in the middle
of the night,
she's barely alive,
drunk and wasted,
unsteady —
on the verge of breaking,
all alone — all alone!
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PoetryThings I write in the middle of the night when I can't sleep or whenever I feel the need to put my heart into words. Poems•Prose•Short Stories•Artworks
Midnight Shots
in the middle
of the night,
she's barely alive,
drunk and wasted,
unsteady —
on the verge of breaking,
all alone — all alone!
