Burned
whiskey-soaked
tongues.

We were once beautiful
You and I.

The long-forgotten.

Can hardly remember
the taste of ballerina cookies.
Small circular wafers out of chocolate
Robbed and strive,
hungry licking
the creamy center.

Washing the wounds clean, whispers
something akin to love
The bottom-loose, blood-stained
hearts are primarily.

Want so much.

If I only knew
how I could cry.

Humming lies, prayers
- I love you.
razor-sharp sense fly out
old stitches,
weaves scars to come.

We had at least
a hand to hold.

Adding her naked body in his arms,
he ties invisible threads
Her fingers, blunt barbs.
Moments of bruising.

Luckily we only shared one night,
I would not have endured more..