friendly skies

she worked
for an airline
her day was spent
listening to people complain
her smile
was plastered on
her hair
was perfectly sprayed
her make-up immaculate
but she was not
she hated being fake
she loved loud music
getting drunk
fighting
driving too fast
drugs
they numbed the day
made her smile
looks like lightning outside
turbulent skies
mirroring inside
she knows
she needs an extra hit
to make it
through the day

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