a painter created the red horizon,
forced laughter roaring like toy lions,
bubbling up and spilling over
like a newly opened bottle of stale champagne.
chipped glasses clinking and wooden eyes winking,
smiles turned foul and deadbeat hearts,
our masks are cracked,
and we drink from flasks,
old demons are now new friends.
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Poetrysure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
