I felt the pill stagger down my milky coated throat
My wrists soar and pink stick to the bottle
No one answers my thoughts
Except the bag around my head
A volcano in my chest spews upward
But I crush the smoke and open my ears
To the sound of televators
My breathe goes and comes
My cat scratches at the door to my bedroom
I won't move even if the alcohol would let me
Don't I say, but only I hear it
Then death opens the door
to be continued......... |
Submission Name: The last attempt
