Reason 4

Her lips always tasted of resin.
Her breath reeked of booze masked with seven
Eleven slushies, cherry ice-
She learned her lesson
And learned it hard,
Learned it twice..
… Three times …
…Maybe four.
She couldn’t bare to keep count anymore.
Her skin was wrapped poorly around an ever changing frame
No matter what she did
She never saw herself the same.
Weight gain,
Weight loss.
Now she’s all tossed
And wrecked with sad scars
From unused dental floss.
The strong scent
In downtown bars,
Thick in the air and seeing loved ones
Choking on cigars,
Cigarettes and vape pens..
Guzzling vodka too,
Rat poison when you’re lonely,
And cheese so the rats die with
You.