sickness comes from my unsteady thoughts

while I wade through the day

uneasy and unsettled

dizzy within my state

red wine painted her lips

as she twisted herself across

pushing against the weight of world

or forgetful of the burden

both unaware and utterly conscious

such as ship wrecks wash ashore

we collided

foolishly thinking she was the beach

to lay down my worries

upon her twisted form

she never bettered my health

although she kept me warm

I used her as she used me

a cool comfort to her

a warm body for me

in the end it doesn’t matter


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