she'd had enough of life Silence a broken melody, lipstick scribbles in the mirror thinks she’s inferior candles dripping wax like bloody thumbtacks the icy scent of jack frost A dirty clothes pile, vanity drawers yanked open contents strewn across the bathroom, a discarded pack of razors didn’t trust herself An empty prescription bottle sinking to the bathtub bottom bruised wrists sore from handcuffs, the ache of being fucked with a broomstick feels like a whore Lost in a blanket of steam, sick of chasing that midnight dream drowning in time thoughts set ajar Pillars of white snow, a sleeping beauty afraid of letting go Skin tingles, breath slow maybe drift a bit, just lay low --
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