Smack Thompson - Claire

She told me she'd love me
Tonight at least but. maybe forever.

She said it with that Jack Daniels lazy slur on her tongue
So I don't think she'll mean

it once she's sober
She sleeps
with one freckled gangly
arm draped
across my chest
Passing out after whispering

her drunk pillow talk
I don't know if she's the one or not
maybe just someone to keep me warm for a few days
She has a reputation so maybe I'm just the next on her list

When I run my fingers on her back I can feel scars and cigarette
burns
She jerks all over throughout the night and
Mutters about things i don't think I'll ever ask about
Horror.
Sheer horror.

Smack Thompson

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