Deliverance

My new beautiful
disenchanted soul
smells like dog
and damp cigarettes
puffed in the secrecy
of an abandoned room
so empty that the softest sound
echoes like a crash.

The electricity is shut off;
the only light
flares then glows
as you inhale
and for just a moment
your eyes shine
like you haven't been through hell--

then all goes dark.