Dressed to Kill
Frozen Landscape
Drenched in fog.
The smell of cologne
Fills the car.
Pull the scarf around my neck,
Tighter.
You may bite if I don’t.
Corona crawls down my throat
Releases inhibitions
Chase it with the pills, and the plant.
Wake up:
Handcuffed to a bed
Without being bound.
“Let me caress your hair.”
I hate that you use that word.
I hate that you’re on top-
Smelling like something dead…
Where’s that cologne?
Red eyes on the night stand
Shoot insults in my face…
And mock this dreadful
Position.
Drenched in fog.
The smell of cologne
Fills the car.
Pull the scarf around my neck,
Tighter.
You may bite if I don’t.
Corona crawls down my throat
Releases inhibitions
Chase it with the pills, and the plant.
Wake up:
Handcuffed to a bed
Without being bound.
“Let me caress your hair.”
I hate that you use that word.
I hate that you’re on top-
Smelling like something dead…
Where’s that cologne?
Red eyes on the night stand
Shoot insults in my face…
And mock this dreadful
Position.