shot number six
night number seven
wipe away memories
scrub out nightmares
crayon markings to
dirty fingerprints
on a white wall
suds wash down
sour tastes of
bitter sights where
pasts walk past me
who was I before
un-fuck my mind
drag from a smoke
mock the way
the smoke billows
from my mouth
watch me now
lungs hold in
waves of white
taste of death
and mint julep
on my breath
breathe for four
hold for three
auburn skies above us
hold my hand
stare into the stars
our eyes shimmer
who whispers
"Love Me?"
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