Twilight

You reach your nirvana
then the door slams shut
echoing through my core
marking your departure

Hollow liquor bottles
that mirror my emptiness
stare back at me
like ghosts of bad decisions

Walking to the mirror
I find evidence of how you love me—
my body your abandoned canvas
splotched with colors of your pain

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About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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