Four/20

Published May 27, 2014 by April Fox

The faucet’s dripping again.
There’s glitter on my eyes and in
my hair
Four years and twenty days ago you dropped your
smile at my feet and left it there
for me to find,
your skin burned
holes into my life and I bled
ink into yours, marked
we shared a glass, tasted
where we were headed, breathed
the same air and it was
toxic to the world
and we spun hard, crept up on
the night and took it
by surprise
the rest of them knew
and we were blind
infatuated
home.

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