Her raw fingers fumbled
With a plastic lighter,
Snap, Snap
She starts a fire.
Paper-wrapped poison
Slides into her lips
One hand dangling
The other one grips
The little time-bomb
In between her fingers
As she exhales the smoke
Which slightly lingers
In cool winter air
Outside of her house
Before she throws it away,
Sneaks in like a mouse.
Disguise her coughs,
Disguise the pain.
Disguise the hatred.
Disguise the shame.
She whom sets
All rules aside
Only loves one
Which is slow suicide.