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[chalicerae]

It all took her by surprise;
he wouldn’t be her first choice.
There was torment in his eyes
and quiet hope in his voice
that peaked her curiosity.

She followed where he led her;
every low had a false bottom beneath,
surely it could only get better.
Though clearly he lied through his teeth,
she believed with ferocity.

They were both playing a game;
she longed for someone to adore
and he needed someone to blame.
It was more than she bargained for,
she fell at terminal velocity.

Her fears were devastating;
when she pleaded with his addiction,
he walked away without hesitating.
Now they share the same affliction,
self-loathing is a monstrosity.

And so this same old story goes;
she fought valiantly for him, in vain.
Sadly, he too was led by the nose
by his cruel mistress, cocaine:
A domestic war of atrocity.