Amy
(ashes and wine)
27:
you smelled like smoke and your yellow dress; my bed reeked of your messy
hair and me. You had a mouth like roses from all the petals you drank, red and
vodka like spikes down our throats. You wept a jazz song; but your tears dried on their
own.
you smelled like smoke and your yellow dress; my bed reeked of your messy
hair and me. You had a mouth like roses from all the petals you drank, red and
vodka like spikes down our throats. You wept a jazz song; but your tears dried on their
own.