willow ❦

a fist clenched tight.

empty bottles all over the floor,

another drug-fuelled night.

my pillow soaked with salty tears,

my shoulders shaking and my voice tired,

calling for the one person who can't hear me.

our pinky fingers intertwined,

mirroring the vines climbing up our bodies,

as we slowly become wormfood.

as your drunken fists fight me,

all i ever wanted was a father.

how somebody could chose

the harsh, bitter burn of alcohol

over their own flesh and blood.