Cross "Ginny," come defeat
by @liam-c-calhoun
I mangled my tooth,
Munching on the moon,
Whilst the war raged forth.
I smirked something, “sinister,”
Later Tuesday; lights on,
And Ginny’d lay waiting.
I’d shower guilt,
And a 2:00 AM excuse, now
Wednesday, so clogged the drain.
I’d know defeat,
Come morning, hair, every strand swept,
Nigh and not a piece left for me.