At Night.

Drunk, still with a bottle
in my shaking hand.
My head appears too light
I feel like I’m sinking in the sand.

Swallowed the scent of this
nicotine breath I’ve developed.
Growled at the empty wall
Cried with the anger that had erupt.

Crouched behind the shadows
of this bedroom I’ve disappeared.
Hearing only the small whimpers
beneath my breath, I tried to keep.

MR

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