Wincing in the morning light,
pouring through half-closed blinds,
bathing naked bodies, the smell of smoke
and alcohol sting her nose.
Aching between her legs;
a knot in her gut…
unopened condoms stuck to her feet,
limping ‘round history.
Crusted blood ‘cross her cheek,
water stings with every drink.
shuffling to the bathroom,
her mind plays a recital.
Half emptied bottles and broken glass,
cracked furniture and graffitied walls,
doors hung open and toilets overflow.
Butane torches and spoons,
glass and blades covered in snow;
clues to the mysteries of the night.