vy

i died yesterday

i was solo, so low i

forgot I’m still here

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Shade

An underlying
Stink of rot lingers within
your sweet aftershave

Eyes that once shined bright
like a fluorescent lightbulb
Now mere hollow chasms

Spider veins travel
from your brow down to Yellow
Tinted fingertips

Your heavy whiskey
breath knocks me out and I dream
Of the man you were