How to Disappear

I can still remember the shuddering, broken
Silence of those days
In which he took me hostage.
The long white lines
Had taught him how to disappear
And I had been left,
Floundered in
The burning, swirling acid of
Unable to keep up with the carousel
Of chemical highs
That made him dance,
His love coloured lips planting vodka flavoured kisses
On everyone that passed;
The carousel
That left his bones
Broken and charred.

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