, then she drops her cigarette into a puddle
and watches it choke and sputter,
that bare inch away from oxygen.

Vicodin lazy lips
part,
purse,
pout.

she laughs like Marilyn's hemline.
flirty. soft. manufactured.

hell, even her fingernails are fake,
tiny rhinestones winking at her
Until she nips them off between her teeth.

she spits one at the cigarette butt.
smirks.

"God is cruel, baby," and kisses
you slow

--like decay.
--like denial.

when she's drunk she Runs her words together.
Savior safehere saveher.
word games. her games.

ha-ha,
you lose.