She loved to smear her blood across the bathroom mirror.

She loved to taste her tears upon an ocean breeze;
to shatter her dreams
and embrace her fears.
She loved to sit alone
while the whores laugh and sneer
and more than anything

she loved to smear her blood across the bathroom mirror.

To break open the rivers
underneath her skin.
To laugh when the pills began to
outnumber her sins.
She loved to slip under the water
and breath in putrid air.

She loved to smear her blood across the bathroom mirror.