::: last days :::

I heard the good life
through the scratches in my ears
blood behind your nails
brittle like bones
under grey sheets of
flesh weakening.
close your eyes
it will never be alright.
tornado. panoramic
spun. around stale air
cigarettes between
awkward stares.
without your heart
will you ever take
that last filthy
sexy.melancholy drag?
freefall at mid burnout
over the edge
with all of me.

Written by: ~ mallory

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