she drank till that charming gown came down,
when the deed was done, she smoked till her lungs blistered.
a line up and down and up again she said thats how hollywood did it.
forgetting the evils the night before, speaking down the barrel of another bottle slurring the puss from her lungs into another blind ear.

speaking through abandonment as though it was all she had known.
when all she's ever wanted was to be alone.

doing what they expect, making a scene on the bathroom mirror in the blood that left her thighs like the love of her life...