You were dancing in your tube socks in my hotel room
i grab a cigarette, the only comfort in this cold, quiet abyss of carpet, cheap bed frames, and cheesy wallpaper.
a macabre thought of hurting something, or anything comes to mind, but i brush it away. it fogs up the window before making an unceremonious escape to the rickety vents.
convulsing and churning, the maelstrom of my thoughts leave with every sip of my bottle.
sitting in a hotel room,
being abandoned after fucking him.
it's a hell of a way to treat a fan.
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wow words-
maelstrom-
1. : a situation in which there are a lot of confused activities, emotions, etc.
2. whirlpool
macabre-
1. disgusting and horrifying due to its relation to death of injury
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badlands {m.c}
Random"can i have a smoke?" "smoking is bad for you" "you have a cigarette in your hand, Michael" "how did you know my name?" -- the life of an aspiring groupie
