23

Faceless faces, features strewn in a disarray of my discontent.
bodies blinded, binded together by our solitude.
How else is one to stay warm on these cold winters’ nights?
Buzzed breath breathing in my face,
your skin a sampler of the liquor previously ingested
once upon a time, but this is no fairy tale.
Kisses never wake a princess when her personal Christ is a devil in disguise.
The only happy ending is the one I can’t afford.

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2 thoughts on “23

    • It is definitely a tribute to one of the sexier, sadder times of my life. Odd how those things go together so well, isn’t it? Thank you for your comment.

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