1 a.m.

It’s 1 a.m.
Red wine comes out
A brown-eyed girl it promises to drown.
Soothe the red that tugs in her throat–
Currents of magma completely engulf.
Take those thoughts that run in salty dirty creeks–
twist their intentions to run down her cheeks.
Turquoise sheets and naked skin
frame the curls that revel in tattered moments of them.
A pencil won’t do tonight–
A song with a lyric or two can’t undo a cannon mid flight.
Destruction must follow the trajectory in which it goes–
Level a town, a room, or a wine bottle before the ball can slow.
It’s 1 a.m
Red wine stained kiss–
A brown eyed girl claws out the memories she can’t bear to miss.


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