last night
i took off my dress
and made-up my face
i painted the evening
with alcohol.
i poisoned my skin
and poisoned my liver
covering my smile
with a drunken whim.
last night
i took off my facade
and made up my mind
i pulled out my stitches
with alcohol.
this morning
i tried to forget
and gave up on trying
i had toast for breakfast
with alcohol.
They are disappearing. Hopefully I won't take too long to be lost.
Also, why the hell did DA reverse the order of the gallery?
No matter now, I suppose.
good luck at the first friday! i wanted to go but i forgot about it and made other plans, and they conflict horribly. so yeah, good luck reading your poem and what have you.