Floating

So, the wind is crisp tonight
she dropped her coat on the doorstep
she ran towards to light
while reaching for the white scars she kept.
She said, “wind, calm the fuck down”
dancing in streetlights
“I can’t see a fucking thing when you push me to the ground”
she stumbled upon the best place to hide.

Drunk again
quotes written on bathroom doors
the rum would be her friend
rum will sleep with her on dirty kitchen floors.
Awake late at night, crumbling
heartache and painkillers; gloomy days
she’s so reckless, she tumbling
dying inside in so many ways.

Can’t bear to pick up her broken ego
so many roads to follow
so much resistance from winds that blow
 beside herself,  frozen in time, hollow.