I want to get drunk
off of something sweet
pink wine
your lips
I'll pick my bottom lip
black
and dry
and into my nail bed
I'll nail your memory
to the wall
of the box
inside my heart
I'll pick at you
the second you run dry
to remind you
that I'm still alive
YOU ARE READING
My Mind After Dark
PoetryYou know how you feel a lot more when you go to bed and everyone else has gone away? These are those poems.
