god, she wanted to
cry herself to sleep at night
and she wanted to take another sip of the alcoholic beverage
on the bedside table; she wanted to feel the liquid
burning
her throat as she swallowed harshly. she wanted it
to go away -her life to stop spinning and for
her mind
to quit racing. her heart ached and her soul was
ripped.
she
hadnt been feeling
pretty.
all mine, promise. run-off from
a story i wrote recently. dont jock.
though, you wouldnt want to steal
that
crap, eh? lol.
-autumn.
