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She puts that bottle to her head,

Thinking it will ease away the pain.

One more sip she says,

But she knows that sip turns into a bottle.

The burning of whiskey against ger throat,

Takes the memory away of the words he wrote.

One more drag of that midnight cigarette,

Soon turns into a whole damn pack.

She lights a match.

And watches it fade.

Like her heart just blown away,

Contist reminder just sittin there.

She puts that bottle to her head, one more sip,

But the pain never ends. 

@Sarah Faist