His,
fuel of a machine
danced into his veins
from moments of pleasure
to a moment – awake
woke up to beautiful toxicity
woke up to blood
a drink after the other
would not stop
Hers,
smoke of cigarettes
mascara on a distinct face
from moments of pleasure
to one moment – pain
slept to old phone conversations
slept to pictures
a drink after the other
would not stop