this is not a happy poem

piano keys singing to her
all her thoughts, one big blur

sprawled out on the floor
one shot, two shot, three shot – four

gaze fixated on the door
entwined in her own inner war

two years four months passed
she still embodies an outcast

one tear, two tears, three tears – four
she can’t let go, no – no more.

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