She Was Found

cradling a half-emptied bottle of vodka,
the opened rim suckling her breast,
alcohol slow
                    ly
                      drib
                        bli
                          ng
                            down.

Blood on her lips,
She was
thirty six,
She looked
fifty six.
On the table:
sleeping pills,
a four-day-old newspaper
and twenty millilitres of Phy in a plastic bottle.
Her hair tangled and unwashed,
blood slow
                    ly
                      drib
                        bli
                          ng
                            down.

Sores, bruises and wounds on her body,
scabs peeling…

She was found
by Trevor Brady
when he kicked in her door on a Friday morning.
She owed me for a quarter ounce of hash,
there was a smell of piss,
her body was cold and stiff,
and I had to take the money out of her pocket,
Trevor said to his mates.

She was found
cradling a half-emptied bottle of vodka,
the opened rim suckling her breast,
alcohol slow
                    ly
                      drib
                        bli
                          ng
                            down.