The light
would flicker
like a violent
womb
The night
was thicker
than a smoky
fume
Eliza waited
in her room
Ben,
he loved her
like he loved
no one
The way
she laughed
and held
a smoking gun
The way she
always said
A victim
here with a
sharp, sharp
blade
And Ben,
he knew how
she was
getting paid
Her water
broke,
and they would
have to wait
And when
he knew
that she
was fooling
He faced
the mirror
to avoid
the thing
We're out
of money,
and we've
sold the bling
And I'm
wondering