Poetic

Come on over

Blood vegetable pastry, Rioja shards, Curt Smith now spins
Lone dinner party, ghosts come unannounced, shadows gatecrash.
I’m good fun. Life of the party is what they say.
Watch me bang my head against your grief
And dance with my disease.
Dagger of the mind.
I was gone not a moment ago but that’s not blood drawn from vein.
More likely I’m just getting my period
Because I just sobbed for Marling’s Blackberry Stone
Then I wept for Lethe
And soaked the bed.

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