Ten girls fading together

Street glamour done up with hair dye

Nine lives left but it was still

So hard to stand in between you and death

Eight weeks of endurable torture

Heartbreaks became nature

Seven days between the fights

The pen is mightier

Six of us circle reminiscently

Loud and dirty and warm

Five long sweaty hours

Sun beats harder into dirt

Four gone into normality

Sex and drugs and reggae

Three lips stinging hot

Wet and luxurious

Two of us staring awkwardly

Pretending we can handle it

One second left

Before you pull the trigger