It came in the form of a skeleton boy
Searching relentlessly for his shadow girl
One to wrap around him like the smoke around addicts' lungs
with pretty little lips the shade of a pearl
Shadow girls are his favorite
They taste of crimson veins,
salty cheeks.
And long, restless nights
Filled with everything but sleep
They aren't like the other girls, who taste of sweets and innocence.
Those little sugar dolls aren't sufficient for the skeleton boy's business
Skeleton boys need their shadow girls
At least, until they don't
Then they blow them away
Like that same cigarette smoke
But with every puff they take
Their shadow girls play less of a part
Her smoke begins to fade
because he evaporated her heart
