SLIGHT OF HAND…

Hair on fire

Hearts galore

Moving at the speed of light

Breaking every barrier

A thief passing thru the night.

 

Lightning round

Sweat burns

Blinded by adoration

Stripped and bare, she obliges

His propensity, degradation.

 

Sights and sounds

Music, fame

Lights flashing on the wall

Sirens wail in the distance

Just waiting for him to fall.

 

Slight of hand

Drug of choice

Spilled out onto the floor

There’s no way to pull back now

When she’s crying out for more.

 

Lightning strikes

Beating hearts

Paralyzed with fear

She turns her head and realizes

Finally brought to tears

 

Moving on

Don’t look back

Keys left on the table

No safety net, no parachute

She leaves, while she’s still able.