Thursday, December 2, 2010

After a Bottle of Merlot

(Written December 1, 2010, 9:20 pm, at age 23.)

Tears flow free,
And you are me,
And I am dead,
And all is red,
And my breath stops,
And my heart drops,
And I exhale,
And I fail.
And the gap
With your trap
Catches me,
And I see
That I need,
And I bleed
Between your teeth.
You are the wreath
Laid on my grave.
I am brave.
But I am dead,
And all is red.