This smoke filled hotel room,
with dirty sheets and dirtier souls,
lying on top.
The amber colored whiskey,
burns its message down my throat,
burning memories away.
This room smells of old sins,
regrets,
mistakes,
your cigaretes,
lysol and,
my printers ink.
The nights are the worst,
when you scream in your sleep,
and I lack it for fear of the things,
that wait for me there.
Your clove cigarettes,
choking me,
breaking me,
eating me whole.
A contest entry
- Anything and Everything Dirty Pretty; Options Available and Prewrites!!! by xxRainbowDawnxx.
375 points, ended June 8, 2007, 19 entries
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This was pretty brutal itself and this 'whore' or the contents of the bed that in which is layed upon it, being filthy and promiscious, but not in a sexy way, moreover a distasteful way. I can't get why some live this life; oh yeah, anything for some cash to fuel addiction or maybe just to feel they have control for once, but they don't. Oh and that jus to feel a bit of effection for a while, I can relate to that part of it very well. ♥
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"Your clove cigarettes,
choking me,
breaking me,
eating me whole."
Hahahaha...This is so clever!
Not sure why I like it so much...just do I guess
Great Job and best of luck!!
Much Love!
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Great write!
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