Monday, July 27, 2009
She reeks
of menthol cigarettes
and stale alcohol.

Her behavior
is raucous,
loud,
and unbecoming.

Her hair
is flat
and her clothes
fit improperly.

She is trash
personified.

And yet,

You

are continually running
to her

and her thieving arms,

Leaving me
completely
and utterly

Alone.
posted by Jill at 2:28 AM |

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