Raw

Stale sweat

And cigarettes

What has she become? 

Gaunt face 

Mind a maze

Spinning... barrel gun 

Sex wet...

Sore subject 

A burned-out once sun 

She needs

To feel their heed

Wants... to be undone 

Release

From diseased

Putrid... shapeless form 

Good girl

Street-walk twirl

Between... she is torn 

Deep down 

Her heart frowns 

Cannot be... alone 

Daylight

Out of sight...

In darkness atones

Drug fuelled 

Fuckery

From which she descends

Heartbreak

Pity... state

Is this how she ends?

Time bends

Addict friends

What’s... her worth to them? 

This night 

Death-wish plight 

Her final... Amen

 © Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry