watching family movies with red wine in the kitchen
to be such a silent creep
wallowing past the wooden values
opening mindless taste buds
swallowing a missing morning
confused to where the wine sat
as if the devil mocked my shadows as i head to shatter the day
fuck the galloping crickets outside my window
tomorrow i wake with a leg beside me
drunk as my mind
shaven to a thick blanket
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