One Night Stand With Cocaine 

As the car sped on the highway.
My thoughts
Sitting on the back seat.
I was new,
reflected in the asphalt.
Blinking lights, dancing shadows.
My body, Feeble with fatigue
Twirling between,
My fingers, laying on my palm
The tiny packet
Like a ball of snow.
I was cold, the wind
Blew on my face, everything.
Giving me signs.
The packet kept twirling
The white powder
Wrapped in black tape
A one night stand,
With cocaine.

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