I drank to much last night.
all i can see in my memories
is a naked girl lying on the floor.
drunk. broken.
bruised by the weight of life.
with a perfect apple cut out, torn on her baby face.
those blades of poison took so little time to set in.
she was seeing black and shaking like innocence lost in flame.
her eyes were so red i thought they were bleeding
until i saw the smoke curl up into her eye lashes.
she cut me.
"you did this" she screamed.
"you are not a victim, and you don't deserve them."
I know in the morning i will know she is right,
but right now all i can do is bleed words.
3 sounds.
Death. Is. Permanent.
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