Powdery thin, soft, translucent skin 
Under my trembling fingers as I work fast 
To repair all her rips and tears 
But her skin gives me paper cuts 

I told her once I'd put her back together 
If she fell apart 
So here I am fullfilling my promises 
Mending her skin 
Feeling guilty for her sins 
Blushing for her in mortification 

Glue back the pieces of a picture torn 
By fingers that could barely rip the paper 
Paper.... 

Rolled up with herbal escape in the middle 
To smoke and drift..drift away 
With the vapors that secrete from her tightly drawn lips 

Chase those vapors and in doing so 
Open... 
Open wide sweetie...let it all out 
Scream..cry for that precious smoke as it drifts 
Across the room and into my mouth 

She sat in the corner watching me with such contempt 
Silent hate filtering from her gaze 
Across the room to me...her savior 
Such agony in her beautiful, bloodshot eyes 
That I almost felt guilty... 
Almost.. 
Guess I'll get mad instead 

Now here I go to her 
Doing the forbidden..giving into temptation 
Touching her papery thin skin with sharpened nails 
Ready to tear her apart, rip her insides out 
Only to find... 
She turned to dust beneath my touch