Bleak Realities Mad-dom

Bleak Realities Mad-dom

The graveyard of cigarette butts adorned the night stand
Grey ash a canvas of lipstick smeared cylindrical headstones
Two butts smoldering ghost-like before deaths final breaths
As a Bic flicks to add another nail into a body of arthritic bones

Jose Cuervo bottles cast eerie images of fallen soldiers
Strewn hither, tither, and yon on the ragged shag-carpeted floor
Green lemons sucked dry adding color to the blue agave carnage
Then a lick of salt, another long suck, as she swallows once more

Adorned in a fishnet body stocking in need of replacing
Once simply crotch-less it now looks like the pillage of gang rape
Her soft skin hanging loosely like a vessel taking water
Once a beauty now the remnant of her self-indulgent escape

The mirrors on the walls and the ceiling are cackling at her
Whispering taunts of the streams of a john's cum in her hair
Dead flowers seemingly cast scents of a summer's day fish market
Mingling with the nicotine and alcohol permeating the room's air

Dirty twenty dollar bills pressed between once proud and firm DD breasts
Two oozing cream pies the only sustenance resembling a meals fodder
Insanity smiles behind blood shot blue eyes framed in smeared mascara
Self-pity lost to a fallen angel once daddy & mommy's sweet daughter

Through an open window a radio's music brings back a precious memory
Of times when she was the most popular girl and queen of the prom
Dancing with the hope of a future adorned in life's dreams of prosperity
A brief moment of recognition fades quickly for Bleak Realities Mad-dom

An Original Composition by:
Quivering Quill
A Scribbles & Doodles Creation
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