Stale cigarettes, spilt wine
burnt hair
sticky stains where hairspray spilt
powder of my eyeshadow sparkles on countertop in this light,
hand rides the familiar curve of the wall
feet drag across the slight arch of the floor
eyes water as memories flood back like ocean tides
smiles flash, music plays
as I walk away
This is not a part of me anymore, this cannot be my life
Door closes, I crawl through a window
Escape
Let go, drop from the sill
Freedom
landing on the ground
I will rise again.
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