cheap liquor, good drugs.
burns through her cash.
blue eyes turn grey,
deep seas now ash.
stranded on shore;
nowhere to swim.
beautifully drained:
soft, rotting skin.
laying on the sand,
of an hourglass.
watching, waiting,
for day to pass.
her insides crumble.
her unbearable pain.
her lack of reason,
to ever change.
and if she had the chance,
she'd do it all again.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 4:45 PM UTC
cheap liquor, good drugs.
burns through her cash.
blue eyes turn grey,
deep seas now ash.
stranded on shore;
nowhere to swim.
beautifully drained:
soft, rotting skin.
laying on the sand,
of an hourglass.
watching, waiting,
for day to pass.
her insides crumble.
her unbearable pain.
her lack of reason,
to ever change.
and if she had the chance,
she'd do it all again.
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