The empty bottle of Percocet
The empty, small bottle of Jack Daniels
laying on the hideous dark green, grass-like carpet
Broken Hennessy bottles,
Trophies of recognition
Certificates of excellence
shattered on the carpet
little pieces spread out as if confetti had been tossed into the air
As a distinct smell begins to fill the air
I can’t help but wonder...
If only these white walls could talk...
Smudges of Maybelline mascara on the tan pillowcases
The same pillowcases that held her tears last night
“I’m fine,” she claims