You left and my bones turned to stardust

my heart to stone

collapsed on the bathroom floor

a pile of blood

your name the only thing

I spit from my lips

before I blacked out.


I called you

choking through blackened lungs

but you laughed and left me here

spit your poison in my wound


I awoke the next morning

with residue from the eight shots

of whiskey I chased down

in an effort to drown

the memories from the inside out

because your ******* face was still etched into

my ceiling from the night before.