The ‘almost ***’, covered sheets;
Like battle grounds for the weak.
We took kisses as cash;
And maxed out our credit cards.

We wrapped our hands around each others
throats, as if we secretly wanted the other to
choke
on our words
inhale our eyes
and lie
by each others side in desperation
for other hit of her-

oin.
We role played as lovers in an attempt to
recover the last inhales of breath
that broke between each embrace as we
laced ourselves together with tread

We were a death sentence that the devil sent to god
Demons disguised as angels
We set fire to our wings
And watched our bodies burn
Leaving nothing but blackened ashes
that turned
to white
in the dimming light
of wasted days and empty nights