Breaking open
Nearly
Like a cocoon
My heart swells
Polluted.

Tonight I thought I saw a ghost
Then you showed up
Grasping a bottle of cheap *****
It's time to pickle our livers
I guess
The ghost can wait
To take me to the other-side.

My emotions are running like
Watery paint
Dripping like blood from a busted finger
I'm shocked into kissing you
Damaging my defences
And my heart shakes.

Focusing on the cheap wine
That craves to rot my liver
That will push me into a drunken
State of affairs
I'm bruised enough.

The taste of dry blood
In my mouth
I was hit last night
Too drunk to see sense
To make sense
To create sense.

I'm on the wrong side
Of the street
The dark place
There's light over there.