glass broke in my hand.
blood spilled,
wetting the black lace bra i bought in Venice
to remind me of the life i lost staring out the window

nights like these,
i float through reality
turning off the sounds and sights
just me and the wind, silently living

my black bra is soaked through
i have to throw it in the wash
there’s nothing else i want to wear
so tonight, my neighbours saw my *******.