vodka notes, written with _shadoe_ (katja)


i leave notes in
empty vodka bottles
pockmarked pavements
where i've lain my head
trying to sleep off concussions,
maybe you'll remember
where you left me
to take root in the cracks
of back alley
& find the missives
afloat in a street light pool
[i've forgotten where
i am]

and there's another bruise
painting my mouth,
another fracture
in which to hoard
the never-afters
collected from ashtrays
of half smoked cigarettes,
i lick the faded filters
just to keep alive
the taste of your spit
on nights i'm too sober

Ďcause nothing feels as hard
as sobriety tastes
I prefer puncture marks
and lighter fluid in my lungs
to silver-lined plaques
on Prozac-stoned days †
that tell me everything
is going to be okay

every apocalypse is beautiful
even when I tell myself
Iíll never do this again
especially not with you
though I can count
every scar youíve laced
across my skin in different
shades of lies and
like my skin is a patchwork quilt
of something that isnít quite love
and isnít quite hate
and isnít quite something
Iím willing to let go of

Written by Indie (Miss Indie)
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