by Arcassin Burnham


Red wine over a candlelight dinner,
Get Drunk or burn,
we don't get everything we want,
sprinkles are for winners,
become sinners,
and then repenters,
but do we even know ourselves,
like we need a filters,
this is all a dream somebody get the Pincher,
I don't,
need no one to tell me about my love life
I,
need,
someone to love,
and cherish
me,
sometimes I think alone in my room at night,
because,
I think I'll never end up with anyone,
I just got the red wine blues,
////get it/////.

our technology
can stunt us physically
also mentally
through loss of initiative
but its' greatest sin is that
it can isolate us and
erode empathy

Her eyes
full of stories that need telling

Her fingers
sore from all the hands she held on to
too tightly

Her body
it trembles with every whisper
of love and lust and lies

Her name
etched on their minds even after they lost her

Her hips
these mountains that call them

Her soul
a temple they swore they'd worship

Her secrets
these are what's left of her
and yet she writes
too honestly, too often

Her poetry
this is how you
fix her