It was early March and we laid on blankets
in the park, drinking cider and Mollie's blood.
We ate synthetic strawberries
whilst she reopened her sores for us to
feast upon.
Like blood brothers we vowed our friendship
in conclusive and knowing silence.
As we packed up our blankets
they floated momentarily
and delicately brushed the grass.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC