Drawn down, blanched out, weary to the bone
The needle and the damage done.
Zero to sixty in two seconds flat, yeah she's got a temper
She's not afraid to take a swing but rarely ever connects
She loves her cats but never feeds them, they're scrawny, mean and ugly
Let's not mention the litter box.
Her daughter visits weekends sometimes
She's old enough now to understand. She doesn't cry anymore, Love has blind spots. She tries to clean up
Does some laundry, some dishes.