Lipstick stains my shirt,
red like a speck of blood
smells of amber and wood.
Figurative like a dagger’s point.
A swift, preemptive approach,
a faithful sinner’s broach.
Punctured mind, drained,
red wine numbs me to faint
relentless, battering pain.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:00 AM UTC
Lipstick stains my shirt,
red like a speck of blood
smells of amber and wood.
Figurative like a dagger’s point.
A swift, preemptive approach,
a faithful sinner’s broach.
Punctured mind, drained,
red wine numbs me to faint
relentless, battering pain.
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