Sunday, January 29, 2012

Broken Bottle

A shattered bottle,and a mouthful of broken glass.

Pounding head,
loud music.

Sexy, sexy Christopher.

Too many lists.

Silver in bathroom
makes more red lines on paper
which has not been blank
for quite some time.

"Make a wish at midnight", she whispers.

Sitting on stone steps.
Rainbow girl is down below,
unknowst being watched.

Party goers hustle and hullaballoo

The city lights melt.

The ocean, is black.
And the sky grey.

The moon watches as a broekn bottle is passed back and forth.
"You shouldn't be doing this" she wisely whispers.

Secrets and lies
spilled.

They're not friends, and they don't want to be.

Sore all over,
battered and broken,
it is to the voices of flowers she falls into sleep.

"Alice", they whisper," what have you done?"

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