Last night
She tried closing her eyes
But Friday night
Couldn’t stop feeding her lies
Of Saturday times
Caught in a backdrop
Of Sunday dinner
Though Monday morning
Blossoms the image of her inner
Torn in lakes of liquor
Tuesday dawn
Beams the light
Of Wednesday night
Enslaved by her Thursday life
And so she still tried
To shut her eyes
From Friday lines
But Saturday afternoon
Sang her into a trance
She tried cross fading reality
On Sunday’s lazy hands
Though blacked out on Monday’s exam
Passed out on Tuesday morning
Wednesday forgot her pill
And woke up Thursday ill
Wants to test on Friday
Fears her mother on Saturday
Sunday afternoon anxious
About Monday morning results
Tuesday sits cornered worried
About Wednesday’s insults
Thursday night news breakout
And shock the whole of Friday
Saturday still in shock
But tries to drown it
With Sunday’s cases of beer
Used to love living on Monday
But contemplates death on Tuesday
Mothered by the city
Lost her beauty on Wednesday
Hates the image Thursday projects
To her friends on Friday night
Saturday chokes on coke
And wakes up Sunday lost and broke
On the seventh tick of her life clock
She took out 7 days of her life with a gloc

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