3.29.2006

Broken beer bottles tipped and poured on hardwood,
it looks to me,
you're discarded and laying on the floor.
life's deceptions swirl and twist in the smoke,
that last cigarette will not dull your pain.
the world you once held so high,
has now fallen and broken and shattered
a truth behind the mirror.
your cold wrists betray everything.
You never expected this.

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