Lipstick Stained Cigarette

The lipstick stain surrounds the cigarette

Her eyes filled with tears as she let the smoke pour from her soul

Decayed and tired were her eyes

so tired

so exhausted at the constant giving of life that she was ready to sleep

and never wake up

A cold teardrop escaped her mascara

followed by another, and then another

She did not have the strength to talk to them

So she just let them fall, along with her hope

along with her heart

She sit’s there with her arms wrapped around her knees

huddled in the the corner of a couch far from existance

and let’s the smoke fill her lungs once again

Nothing moves

The world is ice cold around her though the birds don’t seem to notice

“She carries the darkness with her” echoed one of the voices

“There will never be an escape” echoed another

Escape, she thought. Peace. Freedom…

Words she had long given up on, almost forgetting the meaning of them altogether.

Letting loose the smoke from her darkened lungs the icy drops of salt water fell and cradled onto her heaving chest

The world is still, and not even her heart stirs anymore.

She has nothing else.

She can do nothing, but wait for peace