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

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