Hat Trick

I'm fighting for air three months later
I'm fighting to forget your hand wrapped around my throat and the silence that cradled my ears
Though the apartment was to the brim with drunk stumbling and shitty loud music
I'm trying to forget my own cries of pain
The red on my porcelain skin shaping a print of five large fingers

My birthday, happy birthday
planned this party out, end up screaming mayday
Wasn't bleeding but felt it all fade out

Crafting excuses, and three months is too late to admit to myself
I'm still troubled and drowning

After pretending it wasn't a big deal
nothing drastic
just a hat trick
I'm a white rabbit
Being pulled from the comfort
My ears are stretching, hear my own screeching
But it doesn't sound like me
It sounds like liquor and broken glass swept under the rug