Honey Iced tea
tastes blue, unlike the sky outside
I gulped it down
laid on the leather seat

People ****** at my hair
nothing but blobs of dark
on an endless silver screen
constricted in thin air

I wanted her to let go
but she couldn't,
her ideals and wishes
scrambling across her hands

splashing down my head
I was wet, and stuck
My mouth is still sweet
She could taste it