Littering Asphalt Poem by Robin Bennett

I draw myself a hot bath-
floating roses petals
rise up to lick my senses
alone draped in candlelight-
drowning in bubbles
of french delights-

Behind looked doors
I reach into-
the medicine cabinet
to grab a xanax or two
with all you've put me through
I deserve it-

Your lying promises
fall on deaf ears
no matter how-
you slice me the blood
still spills the same-
A once rare gem now
shattered into-
tiny worthless fragments
littering black asphalt