By Mackenzie Taylor
I reek of tar-stained blankets permeated by alcohol. riddled with wasted potential shattered picture frames and meaningless repeated love letters. I have become a culmination of wasted pieces everyone has left behind with me abandoning the parts of themselves they do not want anymore. abandoning me, a part of themselves they do not want anymore. and I am forced to just hold it sit with it for far too long, until it leaves a god-awful stench. even when I am empty, I am left with scraps pressed into me like regret-riddled tattoos.
