The jingle-jangle of pills,
in a bottle, now in the trash.
The honey-sweet scent
of liquor in a glass.
The eye-searing shine
of an untouched blade.
The Cheshire cat grin
of a boy who doesn't know my name.
Life,
Should come with a CAUTION sign.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
The jingle-jangle of pills,
in a bottle, now in the trash.
The honey-sweet scent
of liquor in a glass.
The eye-searing shine
of an untouched blade.
The Cheshire cat grin
of a boy who doesn't know my name.
Life,
Should come with a CAUTION sign.
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