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The tracks on her arm are
bread crumbs
to fiendish ulcers in her head.
She makes private vows of one last fix.
She knows she’s a liar,
but the ego dominates the id.
She romances the times before.
Thin, steely thoughts
draw her soul to the poison.
Her beauty is covered
by unpredictable wisps of smoke swirls that shade her imminent abyss.
The black circles around her eyes
deflect the message;
promises made with crossed fingers.
Anything to feed the need.
To feed the hedonism.
Lost.
Clumsily, her
white knuckles and yellow stained fingers
try to fold her map back to a
functional tool.
She questions my eyes,
as if I know the directions.
I know the way,
but doubt she would follow the roads
required to get where she needs to be.
