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]