a crisp silhouette
black on gold
she turns her head into the bitter wind
her hair turns it's back
the city is sleeping
street lights shimmering
crystal air
she turns away
cold
her fingers touch leather
it's wet
raining
inside the lining is soft
plastic touch
crackles
the filter sticks to her lips
golden light
sparks
she breathes
chemicals crash
her mouth
her throat
in her eyes
the reflection
a million lights
waver
as she drags on it
it draws on her
until
nothing
just ash
in the wind
once here
then forgotten

forever