He walks into Patty's Pub
on the corner of 27th and Vine
with a guitar in his hand
and a bag on his back.
The bartender marks an M
on his left hand.
He is only 18; he is a minor.
But he pulls a water bottle,
filled with *****
out of his bag and takes a drink.
Inhale, exhale.
He listens to the other performers
sing songs about
love and loss and regret.
None of the stories compare to his.
He finishes the bottle
and plugs his guitar into the amp onstage.
He sings
"I will never see her face again. I will only see her ****** veins. She said it was all my fault. My fault her life came to a halt and she couldn't catch her breath".
Inhale, exhale.
"The blade in her hand slit her wrist, and she twisted and persisted and I couldn't stop it".
Inhale, exhale.
"I couldn't stop it..."
He splinters his guitar
against the stage floor.
He falls on his knees.
He couldn't stop it.
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 5:16 PM UTC
He walks into Patty's Pub
on the corner of 27th and Vine
with a guitar in his hand
and a bag on his back.
The bartender marks an M
on his left hand.
He is only 18; he is a minor.
But he pulls a water bottle,
filled with *****
out of his bag and takes a drink.
Inhale, exhale.
He listens to the other performers
sing songs about
love and loss and regret.
None of the stories compare to his.
He finishes the bottle
and plugs his guitar into the amp onstage.
He sings
"I will never see her face again. I will only see her ****** veins. She said it was all my fault. My fault her life came to a halt and she couldn't catch her breath".
Inhale, exhale.
"The blade in her hand slit her wrist, and she twisted and persisted and I couldn't stop it".
Inhale, exhale.
"I couldn't stop it..."
He splinters his guitar
against the stage floor.
He falls on his knees.
He couldn't stop it.
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