Carpet Burns

Rum in my glass,

3am carpet burn,

Strangers, faces I do not know,

Strangers are replacing your face,

Burned into my mind,

The old me I cannot find,

Stripped and displayed,

I’ll show you the door,

Walking in a daze, 

Feeling like a whore,

Am I a whore?

Strangers are my friends now,

This carpet burns beneath me,

But it’s justified,

Emotions are running high,

But I am higher,

Higher than hope,

Higher than the love I lost,

Embraced by strangers,

Smoke filled lungs,

Lost amongst these carpet burns.



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