Nicotine sickened fingertips
dance across the shattered memory
grasping for the pain
she buried so deep inside

The ink glares down from the pen
black like the blood
from the wounds that healed
seemingly forever ago

As she caresses the paper with pen tip
black streaks of lightning branch
through the cream-colored nothingness
spinning stories of tears never cried

And she finds escape
on wings of stained glass words
as intangible chains of tar-thick smoke
maker her slave to her disease

She dances upon her
crimson crimson death shroud -
she writes all in vain
to ease her dying mind