My lips curl up with a sip of wine
I’m chirping notes and screeching high
I hear the violins begin to rush
They ask me
“How will you be tomorrow?”
They are grinning with teeth held by strings
They are brown, thin with legs
standing by my wedding bed
Bells are tolling outside on a good day
I see red lips and hear a shaky voice of the drum
I hold hands with my wine bottle
I know it’s better cold but we are
warm
I can’t close my eyes fixated on loud violins
yelling at me to lose my composure
My wine caresses me
transports me to space
We collide with rocks,
comets bearing down into our path
Sunlight is trickling onto our skins
Our teeth are held by violin hands
Held by violin hands
The red wine is making my cheeks blush
Where should I go if not to the altar?
Should the violins stop
Being happy
Smiling
What will become of my wedding?
If you, wine took me here
How do I go back to when it was a good day?
No intimidation
No screaming
No threats of death or cruelty
When I didn’t suffocate without
a hand
to hold
me
When my soul was free.
How long can I use your power?
I’m saving your last gracious kiss
for tomorrow.
Or tomorrow….
Or your first…
-jnb emotion_bigheart
 BeatsyaBass · Sun Oct 23, 2016 @ 03:54am · 0 Comments |
