for mom
clawing hands.
oxygen-less lungs.
prayers to vacancy
never save me from
this saturated soul.
I am drowning
in someone else's flood.
I want to shatter those
grandiose bottles,
turn their shards around,
and show them what they've done.
but there's whiskey washing the walls,
and my watery grave has already been dug.
oxygen-less lungs.
prayers to vacancy
never save me from
this saturated soul.
I am drowning
in someone else's flood.
I want to shatter those
grandiose bottles,
turn their shards around,
and show them what they've done.
but there's whiskey washing the walls,
and my watery grave has already been dug.