Mar 2018
glasses shatter on ruby lips
ears are bruised from punch bowls filled to
the brim with god knows what -
substances that murmur foul words
and crawl up and out the mouth -
drinks that giggle down throats
as they give all who tastes
a terrible,
horrible,
wonderful burn.
ears are bruised from punch bowls filled to
the brim with god knows what -
substances that murmur foul words
and crawl up and out the mouth -
drinks that giggle down throats
as they give all who tastes
a terrible,
horrible,
wonderful burn.
aye it's ya boy 'hiraeth' (totally gonna change that) here from a long break, back with more terribly written poetry. enjoy, and please get me attention- i crave it.
