Begum

Her visage a familiar face.
-a granite façade etched content.
Eyes lacquered in tears,
her trembling bust
a vacuum tomb
-clasping at her chest’s air.

She inhales the pain of others,
stealing breaths of distraction,
scavenging peace through neglectful altruism.
In search of an opiate
to soothe her inner hurt
a moment’s suicide 
                                 in another’s vein.

Drinking in opiums caress,
her pain subsides,
its touch
already         faint.

Hooked
on a cycle
of aid
and neglect.

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