Profane poetry from swollen lips
the night before is still fresh in my mind
The bruises haven't faded yet
Eyeliner and mascara still running
from tears and sweat
vanilla-scented candles still burning
pictures thrown off the wall
and a sheet is ripped
A confused girl stands in the doorway
A lustful woman still lies on the bed
No questions demand no answers
No answers receive no time
Everything is shattered
and profane poetry echoes the night
