She’s almost gone, 

Won’t return,

She’s my Devil card,

Tower moment, burn.

That bitch never did good,

Only sorrow, sleaze,

Unease, no sleep 

Spirit broke, tease.

Tricked me, lost me, 

Confused me, bust me,

Survived her, still taste her,

Red rim, toxic shit,

Grip it, slip it, blur.

Pop that cork,

Resonate the room,

No foolish downgrade,

My past, gloom.

Kiss my future,

You’re not a loss. 

I finally did see,

Off the sauce.

©️2026 Laurie Markvart