Dangerous

Whisky breathe and Ritalin eyes.
Ones that drag me across the floor.
Bleeding and wrist tied.
Black and blue. Shaking into territory.
Tracked me down, run me down.
Scuffed jeans and wicked.
Metal to my temple, finger on my heart.
The smell of this masterpiece.
This smith and wesson smile that cries;
‘Just love me’.

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