Shreds of black hair
Lay littered beside the cesspool
Of the dried blood
The smell was filthy
Carpet stained
Broken razors lay
In a rusty plate
That was filled
With half smoked blunts
Wet ashes
Half burnt notes
Burnt matches
The small candle lit
Gloriously on
The bedside table
The only sign of life
In the small unkempt room
The remains of a depressed
Town girl,a hottie
Rumors had it
Bundled notes were found
Tucked under her three
Pound mattress
Maybe it wasn't suicide after all
But then maybe it was
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