Let’s try be serious this week and see how it goes. > Saturday.

I drank your lies,

Tepid they filled my mouth, trickling down my eager throat.

Such sweet promises and sublime simple surrender.

Idle and bloated I lay like a roadside carcass

swollen by the seering sun, and watched your soft cherry lips.

Eagerly, foolishly, I clung to every word,

each sickly syllable a noose tight around my throat

and sleepwalking I follow, my hand in yours

over coals lit red with flames of broken promises

eyes streaming as acrid tomorrows drift ever skywards

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