The Night Was Young

By pssyEatnPreacher | Poetry_Through_Existence [OC] | 21 Aug 2020

Red lips.
A stain.
Not on a glass
Nor a napkin
But on a pillow case
Along with a few strands of hair
And black smudges near the edge.

Seagrean contrasts against
The dark stained wood
that surrounds her bed.

An alarm goes off
And with a quick motion
She silences it;
At the cost of a glass.
It was full of water but now lays
Shattered along the wood.

Her clothes on the floor
Are now drenched
But she pays it no mind.

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I believe that we are what we are in fault of our surrounding information and accrued knowledge. Everything I post is in hopes of expanding others imagination and perspective of life around them. (Will be updated..regularly?)

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