Pretty Lies, Dirty Secrets

b r e a k f a s t

nails painted red,
messy undone bed,
puffed her cigarette,
sniffed his last meth,
pulled the blankets up,
their lips couldn't stop,
hands ran the bush,
they just couldn't hush,
In a count to ten,
her legs flew wide open,
his grin grew in a curve,
breakfast was then served.