A necklace of crystallised vomit
The perfume of sweat
She lies on the kitchen floor
Already dressed

Waiting, waiting for the knock
Of a friend or lover
To share her drunken night with
Falling in the gutter

She lies on the kitchen floor
Only twenty-three
Wondering what happened
How did this come to be

Esme Varley

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