Sticky lines coat my lips
They scrape and lick their fingers
I am disgusted
Bloodred wine soaking my mouth
A glint of white
Then silver
Then crimson.
And green.
I turn my eyes,
So dark yet so big
To the man on the moon.
Feb 6, 2020
Feb 6, 2020 at 12:48 PM UTC
Sticky lines coat my lips
They scrape and lick their fingers
I am disgusted
Bloodred wine soaking my mouth
A glint of white
Then silver
Then crimson.
And green.
I turn my eyes,
So dark yet so big
To the man on the moon.
