Jul 2014
Your silhouette stains my memories;
the smell of alcohol and your breathe.
Your tacit acceptance doesn't illicit my
flaccid compliance, or silence.
I'm dying in front of you.
You weep.
the smell of alcohol and your breathe.
Your tacit acceptance doesn't illicit my
flaccid compliance, or silence.
I'm dying in front of you.
You weep.
