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.
This piece is strong, JC. Nice work. Thanks for visiting and Liking on my blog.
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