What Used To Be Poem by Mandy S...

The scent of musky cologne and alcohol
making me cringe.
The bass screams through the woofers
as nauseating vocals pulse in and out of my system.
Damp and dark
with one single aura of light
an empty bottle lies on the stained coffee table.
Boiling red liquid rushes through my core.
Smoke puffs in clouds burning and blurring my sight.
Ashes and clothing line this concrete ground
recognizing an old shattered frame,
craving the days of my innocence.