sex sells

face on the floor she's shaking eyes shut his hand reaches for the door creak deepening the cut a sanguine little spot on his cigarette butt burned to the bone smoke settled in his gut the black on his tongue the black of her lace the black in his lungs the black on her face foot to the pedal he flies due east his conscience in a motel to lie silent, deceased the price of a lover the cost of a kill at the expense of another he steals his thrill [the end is under construction]