Prose Decomposed #8: No Use for a Name — Let Me Down
RIP Tony Sly
She’s never alone, because she’s scared of what she might say to herselfAlways drinking in the backroom of the bar where everyone turns inA half-hearted grinShe won’t be afraid as long as that prescription keeps going throughAnd all the happy pills make her look like cardboard cut out of someone,I use to learn [...]
