Bianca Madaffari Poetry

Crack me open 

and take a peek. 

The inside of me 

is not what you think.  

My heart is a bleeding 

mass of nothingness 

and you’ve left me dry, motherless. 

You’ve disappeared, 

vanished from between my fingers.

A stream of vodka and a Vicodin, 

still your voice lingers. 

Only now do i exist, 

with these drugs in my brain. 

Ill sit back now, and pour my life down the drain.