staring at the sink,
i tried to push the thoughts away.
the thoughts of
e x i l e.
one pill
two pill
three pill
four
washed down with a chug of tequila.
i'd already prolonged it,
i don't know why,
maybe it was to feel some last
f a i t h,
to give you time to
save me.
but this wasn't like the movies,
the movies that glorified
being higher than a
c l o u d.
one chug.
two chug.
three chug,
four.
the fifth pill would surely relinquish me into
the depths of death.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
