"You're done."
The words jumped ship
off his lips
And drowned in my cerebral fluids
A soft clip clop, reeking of uncertainty
Echoed from the fornication
my soles on the dirty floor
My cheeks gained a layer of blush
Though I walked out makeup-less
But there were the roses
Valentines day is a month away
With no money for chocolates
Mr. Frosts brother gave me bitter hugs
Underneath a new moon
Ashes hit the pavement
Cancer and I? We're dating.
My house of cards?
It all fell down.
Author notes
yeah, it could use some editing. Still trying to kill that block.
Just lost my job tonight. Playing on the old "Ring around the rosie"
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