When she opened the door, she wished she could take it back
flushed face
ruined make up
She wondered how much longer she could keep this up
As she drifts into dreams, she thumbs over her new wounds
marked thighs
blood stained boxers
She thinks about how long it’s been since her last release
Then her bloodshot eyes flew open, she screams her regret
eight months
two-hundred sixty days
She decided how nice it’ll be to make it to a year next time
(s.s)