The Last Time
Water in a shot glass,
whiskey in a water bottle;
Dial down a wildfire,
slow down a waterfall;
So blurry , feel a little crazy
a little hung over on the kool aid
another shot of whiskey;
Soul kiss melts slowly on the lips
like ice water on a flame;
Water to numb the fire
ice to stop the pain;
Trying over and over ;
Crying harder and harder
she knew no one would miss her,
muffled under that water;
And in an instant she was gone,
drowned in the blood in the whiskey;
Knowing no one cared,
she didn’t mean a thing;
No one would miss her.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
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