With her eyelids clenched,
she drenches her nape-short hair into a rose-tinged tub of water.
Her shivering is resonating in circles.
With her mouth closed,
she composes lyrics laced with lies in her gloom-stricken brain.
Her breathing is bellowing in despair.
With her nail beds iced,
she pinches her skinned knees with one hand
while she puffs out another smoke with the other.
With her diaphragm rested,
she heaves in a deep sigh in one second
while she smokes in another puff in the next second.
Her heartbeat is racing.
Her cigarette is burning.