Pegasae

Smoke rippled tenderly from the cover
Of far and foreign lights. Friends as we lay,
Beneath neon waves from twilight displays.

Infliction

The skin beneath coarse and pale as if the sun herself were ashamed to look,
Scarred and damaged, its arms share a story of pain and self-inflicted misery,
Marks that ooze and spill and bubble at the lack of care given.