A Cherry Popped Quick

The flick of a BIC was heard,

its flame gently lighting the room.

 

A quick inhale first,

and then an exhale,

labored and dry.

 

He puffed on his

freshly lit cigarette,

Marlboro Light.

 

She slowly got up,

walked to the toilet,

and sat down to pee,

legs trembling

on the seat.

 

He turned to her,

sweat dripping down

his princely face,

the scent of cheap cologne

filling the air.

 

A hard grin,

a soft blink,

and a drop of her blood in the

toilet bowl.

 

And he managed to form the words:

 

“Good, huh?”

 

She turned away softly,

tears dripping down

her once untouched face.

 

“Yeah…”