My back slides down the
Smooth,
Glossy walls.
I hit the floor.
My aching head
Collapses
Into my
Helpless hands.
Slowly,
My neck creeps up from my body,
Like a prey
Awaiting its predator,
Pointing aimlessly
At the tainted window.
Sunshine?
Bright rays,
On such a dark day?
My mind is
Numb.
Like icicles.
This isn't happening.
This isn't real.
That night.
Those drinks.
That car.
Those keys.
Your anger.
I tried to stop you.
Defeat hung over me.
That phone call
Left me to decay in my tears.
I could've stopped you.
I should've stopped you.
Blame it on me.
Blame it all on me.