Headphones and Wine bottles

Not exactly dressed for the kill-

Hell, she can’t even walk

In a straight line-

But she’ll still be able to find her way

To you.

In these heels,

In those thoughts,

She dances with wine bottles

While headphones play

Some song

That had nothing to do with you.

Bare feet circle bare floors;

Bare hands hang onto

Bare walls-

Or the toilet seat.

She feels poetic

Being this kind of broken.

Down in the dumps;

Down on the floor,

Over a heart that was never hers.


◄ Coffee Shop Blues


Big Sal

Thu 14th Jun 2018 02:28

Title caught my attention, but I stayed for the poetics.?

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