18 hour shift and an empty stomach

She took the public bus home in a hurry

Nobody waited back home of course, but,

Perhaps if she imagined there would be

Weekends were a blur of work and sleep

She was too rough for friendship yet she longed for it

There was no time to recall past memories

Another glass of cheap whiskey washed it down

Every day was a repetitive cycle of bleakness

But her mind was a sanctuary to escape to

For she had given up on reality long ago

In her mind she saw color

Love

Wonders

Life

It was until a foggy Monday did she decide

That perhaps her reality wasn’t quite worth it

She thought so she as she wrote a stained note

And strew the rope around her aching neck