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had my head burn out
like a bad light bulb
just flickered
went bright
then went dark
but i stand up tall in the dark
cause posture matters

she called my name from a closet in the back of my head
and i was ignoring my breath

cause every breath seemed to make her louder
and a squeaky shoe was salvation for a few brief seconds

neon lights and hard water stains
she finds comfort
where no one knows her name
the place always reeks of drowned intention
and bad decisions
and she fits perfectly on that bar stool in the corner

but it was all a bad day dream
cause she is just a voice in the back of my head

Reviews

[pumpkin head]

i really enjoyed the last two stanza's

[Kristopher d. Taylor]

especially like the posture matter part, probably because I have horrible posture when I dont feel like it. a great piece, one of the better ive seen

[Celestial Witch Child]

I kind of wish this was longer. The backstory intrigues me.