in this world gone;

:a oneshot

a/n: Whatever opinions expressed in the poem do not necessarily reflect my own opinions. It's dark, but that's nothing unusual.

.~.

She'll treasure the chill

of the bottle in her hand,

of the burning sensation,

her consciousness appears to demand;

.~.

And the swirl of her hips,

as she rolls against strangers,

because we're all fucked up teenagers

in this world gone to shit;

.~.

She'll kiss you nice and slow,

lingering as though you're her aphrodisiac,

tearing you apart,

until her pupils bleed black;

.~.

At her funeral you'll know

that you were the gift of an indulged sin,

the last thing she cherished,

before she blew out her brains,

to match the depths of emptiness she felt within.