A girl, an ashtray and a tombless graveyard
of abandoned cars.
Scars on her arms
and legs. The taste of valium
and the perfume of sex.
Alone with the worms,
lying on the ground
where the leaves of the trees are still brightened
and falling down.
Broken-hearted indeed
and eyes closed
waiting for the devil
to find her and to come
into her
harder and deeper.
Yet, she would smile
giving her last sigh
in the tombless graveyard of abandoned cars.

Justine Duhayon