red lipstick. mascara.

                  her heels tap along
the road, car keys jumping
in her pocket.
she’s about
to drive into
a world of
drugs and
boozed up
love.

                                 yet she didn’t
                                 pay attention
                                          to the squealing
                                         tires.

                                 glass. blood.

and now she
lays, wrapped
in white bandages
with red lipstick
smeared on