New Year

It's a working title, I may change it.

I've been drowning in wine, all the time.

Swimming in swirling seas of Vodka.

Cheap perfume.

An empty room.

I've got cold sores on my heart 

from all the times you've kissed me.

Open wounds on my skin in the places you've missed.

So much red in my head,

blood in my brain,

lipstick in my veins.

I'll never see the sun buried underground.

Shattered glass and broken bone.