Here I sit one drink, two more
I daydream at the trapdoor floor
Nonchalantly swig again
Wonderin' where my old life went?
...
Ceanna,
Anna, my love, how do you these days?
How did you set yourself free?
...
rickety boards beneath her feet
arching, cracking snapping slow
ly as she grasps for walls
which do not exist but soley for
...
Regret
dipping my toe in
the murky pond of regret
my body follows