Head pounds as she writes.
Drowning in the ocean of pills and wine
she shouldn't be touching, but who's to tell her no?
Step aside and look in front.
Mother and Father made a mistake
when they left us here alone, but who tells them so?
Red haze and blue boxes.
A bloody knife.
A milk carton.
She screams
as I tear away.
She, my mask.
I, the music that moves her feet.
The irony of staying indoors
has finally kicked in.
Let her stay
Let her STAY!
Scream and shout, break down the doors.
She, a lady, and I, her whore.
~Personally, I want to scrap it. It sounds whiny and peevish to me. Well, give me your opinion. Questions: Should I scrap it? How should I improve on it? Should I add more description? (I'm trying to keep vague though.) What the heck is it about?
Thank you for your time.~
