The nights spent,
Swimming at the bottom,
Of another half full,
Shot of whiskey,
Burning the pit of her stomach,
Coughing,
Retching up,
The dry memories,
Turned to dust,
In her throat,
He used to caress,
And she watches the world go by,
In a bleary mess,
Drunken secrets,
She'll regret them tomorrow,
All she confessed.
~Rei Shiori
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