A line for the bathroom,
a line across the table;
aligned with diamonds
like science in a frame.
Tamed smile yet crazed;
the trace of a trade
that left a taste in mind
for future profit.
The costless ambition;
that’s driven gravestones
into the homes of families
caught in abuse.
Tonight; there’s a line;
one to the bathroom,
another across the table,
and one to the tombs.
The white powder
that overpowers clear
minds,
the white lines
that has victims
forever reading
between the lines;
a fine print
that reads
‘**** this’;
my time ends
with this line.