Chillen in the crawlspace
Tv plays things
Hanging with spiders
We are free to exist
A bottle of wine inside
Rather not drink the poison
Still going to my head
Tonight I keep hidden
So many words gone
Fading in a distant memory
The terrible things I did to me
Hurt when it comes
Intoxicated when I leave
All fragments in time
Trapped under our house
Rusty nails feel like home
Its all inside my drunken mind
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Author:
bones (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: February 12th, 2026 00:56
- Category: Short story
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