They were like two birds crashing. They met, fell and put a dent into rock bottom. Deep enough in the hole to make a grave. They needed their drugs and she knew how to get them. She put her mouth on a dealer and it got them both enough. She cry more than she’s ever cried. He stole, because he was too much of a junkie to be a dealer. She slept with dealers without any tears. She knew she lost her value. He had a gun and used it once. He died in jail and left her alone. She was dirty and got a disease too big for the free clinics and died a few years later from a cold.