words

liquor whispers

in this apartment it still  l i n g e r s 

in the closet on some hangers

drowning quickly is my anger 

without a sound you won’t even miss me

 red lipstick and afternoon tea

you are my everlasting evil sea

in this apartment it still l i n g e r s in the closet on some hangers making me

b i t t e r, so thank you

 the dark liquor whispers 

love is bad poetry

and i’m bored of it 

 

 i’ll stop

 

when you quit.  

 

 

 

 -park  

 

 

 

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