am I cool yet?

words dissolved in toxins

Faint laughter, dazed eyes.
Buildings did pirouettes around her.
Poison flowed in her veins.
A bottle slipped from her aching fingers,
smashing as it hit the ground.
A puddle of glass, a sea of daggers.
Clouded mind, thoughtless waves.
Poison leaked from her skin as she fell to her knees.
The little girl inside of her wished to become someone... something...
"Am I cool now?" words dissolve in toxins.
The girls eyelashes hugged eachother softly, like a mothers kiss.
A sleeping child, a dying seed.
An autumn leaf, swept away by a puddle.
A puddle of bottled remains.