Neon life
neon lights reflect sporadically off the ashtray settled on the black silk duvet covering up half her body, bare skin, glistening in the neon lights placing the cigarette between her lips, soft ember brightening as she inhales, harsh smoke filling her lungs.
The sharp, cold metal, intertwined with flesh, up by her elbow, always that cold reminder, she lost something more that day.
That last touch, smell of iron and death, crisp in the air.
She exhales, all the blood draining from her face,
Panic rises and her heart bounces against her rib cage,
she feels the heavy weight on her,
that abyss grips hard, pulling her down into darkness.
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