Something 'vivid'
unforgotten
why its you again
mother
red ribbons slipping from your wrists
your hair spread
across our blankets you were broke
your pockets empty
your eyes always knowing
which men to pick
some brought you giftsbottles of cheap perfume
filled up my lungs
as you fukced
and they left you
laying on a windowsill
glancing down as they got into their cars
and pulled out of your life
over and over
again
