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The Ride

 Cassandra falls down drunk
And laughs at the moon
Which in its wisdom
Stays silent and glowing
Her thoughts abandon her on the sidewalk
And now she finds herself in her bed
With some guy she doesnít know
Again
And finds that she has come to that point
Where she doesnít care much sometimes
But isnít quite sure
If this is one of those times
She untangles her limbs from his
And goes to make coffee
And to chug that disgusting pink concoction
To fight the rolling in her stomach
Her constant morning companion
She stands there in the kitchen
Naked and shivering
And now
As she waits for her coffee
She wonders what that manís name might be
And just what she did
Just to get a ride home
As she laughed at the uncaring moon
And feels the memory of feeling dirty
As it raises its head
And dances around where her pride
Once lived
It dances like a demon on the edge
Of self loathing
Written by thinlane
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