I drank because it was a little less 
toxic than the sensation of drowning.
Swaying to the music, I could forget.

The waves pulling me under for a moment.
I searched for comfort among cold, hallow people.
Bones had never shown love and that didn't change.

I was left to my pernicious thoughts.
"Women shouldn't be morbid", you say,
but we aren't made of love.

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