Deat mother.
Help me
the walls are still caving in
i can still see her in the corners where i have been
and now im laying on the floor
can i please just get better
To drunk to sober up
but why wont my mind let me
the walls are still caving in
and the co-codermal just wernt enough
ill just let it run into my bloodstream
I guess its just in my blood
she left i was never enough
and my love was a barrier
she just never had her oyster
But now she sits in the park happy
just happy wasnt with me
1 little shot she says as her mind
copes with the pain
but then again and again
What a mess he said, as he saw her lying on the bench that they once lay looking at the stars
then she hears his vioce
"hey your going home"
And as he picks up the near lifeless body of his wife
And as he picks up the swipe card off her premier inn hotel room and lays her down
he wispers in her ear
"you will still hate me for this as the drunken dream passes i never brought you home"
as he leaves her with a kiss and shuts the door
the last breath she will ever take inhales itself into her lungs
but then the vodka takes over her breathing
and as the last breath realeses itself she says his name for the last time
"luke im sorry"
as she lay on the tear filled pilllow.
Submitted: April 11, 2018
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