She drew on the cigarette
Her ruby lips parted
As the grey smoke danced around in the
Bitter air like an exotic dancer

Sipping on the ice cool Jack
Staring out of the rain soaked window
Wondering if the neon sign
Lit up the sadness now faced

Again another heavy drag
On the cigarette
The tears began to come
For once upon a simple time
She was someone’s moll

Every step forward,
uncovers my soul.

Wake up
In
The middle
Of
The
Night

Consciousness
Can
Focus
On
Things
Normally
Out of
Sight

Exaggerating
Tiny
Details,
To which it
Clings

What
A
Relief
The
Morning
Brings

my tissue is stained with red blotches
it's only two cuts though.
not a biggie and didn't hurt much.
I just blow
away the redness on my wrist
and smell the metallic scent.
kinda refreshing if you ask me.

I know you're tired.





But I am too.