she sat sideways,fully supporting herself on her right arm...she was naked
shaking from the amphetamines and benzodiazapenes
quietly she slid her arm down the length of the bed until she was fully outstretched
left leg now delicatly placed on her right hip
biting her lip
she breathes out a symphony of regret
all to worthless to be scripted out
all to beautiful to ever
now years later,
states later...after long lay overs,and praise from various patrons
I sip patron,
simply to be cliche.
smoking grams of haze to sail away from these mental wastelands
Id like to say I miss those days...
Id also like to take a moment to pray
that it never gets back to that place.
shes dead by the way.
such is the grand scheme of things.