Candy Suite

Her skin
had the fragrance
of pixie stick
lies.

She was his sugar
fix
between fucks
and goodbyes;
the blue eyeshadow
bombshell in the morning,
the black nails
before coffee.

Safety
phrase;
savage sex,
sticky toffee.

She smoked a cigar
after her soul
had been stripped
of its dollars worth.

Little did she know
she was
an irregular birth.

It gave her
the ability
to turn on
the addict
and shut off
the human.