"Mercy", I call in my mind, unspoken words traveling the vast wasteland of my thoughts.
Mercy-The smoke behind my eyes tumbles from my lips, heavy and blue, like an airy bruise quickly dispersing into a star-less sky.
Mercy- down my throat mixed with clear spirits and a foggy mind. Another hit and I sink further. Another sip before I lose it.
Mercy washed down the sink where salty tears and crimson guilt entertwine down the drain. The metallic taste burns my mouth. Bloody bangles rest on the sink, my cold, discolored hands clutch the sides, knuckles pale.
I ask.. No.. I beg of you...
Sun slowly fading, eyes slowly follow. A breathless whisper...
"-have mercy."
