by Nil   Jan 3, 2022

Somehow I made it
to another year
dancing with all my demons
depression bows
I curtsy
self hatred watches in the corner
alcoholism purrs in my ear
as I melt within its presence
we waltz together
time again
following its lead
my dress flutters
with every sashay
a mirror gleams
and catches my eye
I'm dancing with ashes
of what used to be
and somehow....
it becomes me.


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