Desperate You

Dead rat...
this place smells like 
a decaying 
dead 
rat
The stench
fills up your breath 
haunting our sanity
Desperate for control
you 
pull the strings
hoping to choke 
us
As we laugh at the howling wind
knowing that you are
empty
Soon the day will end
and we'll pour ourselves a drink
as the rain
dance 
with our thoughts...

Mek
Mar09

Author's Note

She is what she is...