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