Petals of Weighted Love

confusion of life

She blindly reaches for the roulette of bottles, not having to wait till the spin of a barrel clicks. She hears the snap as the lids fall. Tipping the top; she spills them into her whispered self hate. Slamming all her fears into her rippled palm. She swallows her neglected dreams; numbing any confusion into her rollercoaster of a life. Fading away letting sleep steal her stifled thoughts. Giving way to her destined fate. ~ cherry rose ~