Written by Emily Harstone | October 4, 2016
Drugs leave you numb to death.
The night call me mystery lady
The water’s rising. Enjoy the end
Damn, Marty’s off by a year.
I am hiding from my husband.
Lost it all . . . except one cigarette.
Awash in tears of others fears.
awful,slow and utterly peaceful sinking
“My kid toppled Dad’s casket. You?”
Cigarette … dress … what would MacGyver do?
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Drugs leave you numb to death.
The night call me mystery lady
The water’s rising. Enjoy the end
Damn, Marty’s off by a year.
I am hiding from my husband.
Lost it all . . . except one cigarette.
Awash in tears of others fears.
awful,slow and utterly peaceful sinking
“My kid toppled Dad’s casket. You?”
Cigarette … dress … what would MacGyver do?