the wine sloshes red ,
the bottle a lighthouse of blood .
your teeth are stained with it
we used to live
deep in the woods ,
where the trees are tall,
and the darkness is taller ,
and haggard, looming deer roamed the night ,
but we had each other ,
and that was enough .
throwing stones into the lake when it froze.
you loved the sound it made.
sitting on the hill outside the hospital
wandering the fields after curfew
stealing signs and putting stickers on lampposts
snowboarding down the hill outside your dads
listening to ****** folk-punk
making our hideout in the woods
playing make-believe running from it all into the trees threatening darkness learning the words for light the dogs outside howl they have eyes like gods but nothing howls back they will starve without food and so will us .
we used to live .
Feb 13
Feb 13, 2026 at 8:00 PM UTC
the wine sloshes red ,
the bottle a lighthouse of blood .
your teeth are stained with it
we used to live
deep in the woods ,
where the trees are tall,
and the darkness is taller ,
and haggard, looming deer roamed the night ,
but we had each other ,
and that was enough .
throwing stones into the lake when it froze.
you loved the sound it made.
sitting on the hill outside the hospital
wandering the fields after curfew
stealing signs and putting stickers on lampposts
snowboarding down the hill outside your dads
listening to ****** folk-punk
making our hideout in the woods
playing make-believe running from it all into the trees threatening darkness learning the words for light the dogs outside howl they have eyes like gods but nothing howls back they will starve without food and so will us .
we used to live .
idk but ya know, i wish we still knew each other better than we knew who we wanted to be
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