The thin white line atop my own reflection staring back at me. He wanted to end our relationship on a “high” note; I saw his offer as just the opposite.
Tightly grasping the sides of the grimy sink; the only thing anchoring me from going back to that downward spiral of former sins. Was I really the girl looking back at me now, or still the one with the coke across her face.
written for: 100 Word Song – inspired by: Screaming Trees “Nearly Lost You”