chlorine's ghost
still clinging to my skin
i emerge
cold air slices my dripping body
the abandoned fridge
embraces only a bottle of '96
chardonnay. i toast to happier times
[and three glasses later, a
primitive voicemail soliloquy
entreats your
memories, too]
a strange institution, monogamy
when you looked at her
i knew where your mind
wasn't
still clinging to my skin
i emerge
cold air slices my dripping body
the abandoned fridge
embraces only a bottle of '96
chardonnay. i toast to happier times
[and three glasses later, a
primitive voicemail soliloquy
entreats your
memories, too]
a strange institution, monogamy
when you looked at her
i knew where your mind
wasn't
the_Horsegirl
AndThisIsReal
Inkspired
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