There is a Threat Outside of bed. Beyond amber red Sunsets People of the night Come out. Awaken by the smell Of repugnant restrooms And *****. Last memory of The inside of A toilet. Brought alive by the frightening sunrise. Blinding all who hid.
He threw caution into his red cup. He named his drink the forget-me-not. This would be the night of remembrance. One-fourth Sprite and three-fourths *****. The crisp wind greeted him as he stepped outside.
He charged into the night. Forget-me-not. He babbled with his friends. Forgt-me-not. He took another sip. Forgt-me-nit. He danced with a girl. Firgtn-e-nit. He drank every drop of his forget-me-not. fIrgtne-nit
He went till the break of dawn only to be swept up by the wind. The next day he woke up with saliva crust down the side of his mouth. He had forgotten. The night forgot him.
no one is around i walk down the streets of a vacant wasteland forgotten, discarded, tattered red cups drag across asphalt with no force pushing them but the tired alcohol stained breath of the wind. this beautiful sunday morning-tainted by the drunken cheers of last night the life-poured, guzzled, shot out of this place death hangs over the streets while a drunken hibernation swallows my "highly esteemed" peers. shattered glass cracks beneath my feet as i follow the pathway to my house; to my successes this place… this is home.