Downer Poem by Bianca Free

Downer



The cuts, the burns
It's blood and scabs
I laugh, she laughs

I'm trash, just trash
A walk in the dark
The night will pass

Drinking liquor
Stumble into bed
Look to the ceiling

And life
Is drifting and gliding
In a trance

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