her breath fogged the glass,
as she stared at the reflection
that no longer seemed
to belong to her
she had tried
to fill the void
with anything
she could find
smoke,
drink,
sex,
money
and yet,
as tears threatened to surface,
she could still feel
the emptiness rankle inside
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Poetrypoetry is a vice. ➳ 2014 watty awards winner for poetry ➳ gorgeous cover by @mountainy