I look upon the other side of the world,
And I can still see you

In the darkest shades of the nights
Within the seven continents and the seven seas
Inside the busy streets and the dead cities
Even if my sight is fading into grey
I can still see you

But when I look at you directly in the eyes
It's like you're not even there

I wanted to stick with the others
but it was when I fell off
I learned how to fly

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Second place
Always seemed so nice
Second best
Never hurt so much

Momma does too. Prop it up
inside the crib to replace the warmth
that mother gives. Baby empties it
and goes off to sleep. Doctor says

it’ll cause tooth decay. Momma
never listens to doctors anyway. She likes
her wine red, red as blood. Red as the rug
in her room. Red as the strawberry moon

in June. Baby lies in her own waste. Momma’s
wasted too. Wasted as the burgundy. Wasted
as spilled blood. Wasted as the **** red rug and
strawberry moon in June.