Rows of shattered
car windows
on either side of the street;
triggered by
ascending drug use.
As we walked through
the courtyard,
broken glass littered
the cobblestones,
crunching under our shoes.
Women with vacant eyes
and trackmarks
running up their arms
mutter gibberish
under their breath.
Men in dirty clothes
fill themselves
with poison, pushing
carts full of junk
to trade for their next fix.
The surrounding world
was an ugly one,
but we needed no beauty
other than the light
within each other's eyes.
