Through Blood Shot Eyes

Misty with the butterfly tattoo

Travels light

Glides through this life
riding rainbows at night

Constantly suckling
the nectar of neon flowers
that line Pleasure Boulevard

The city is her playground

but the lifestyle comes with a price

Those Hellish morning afters

exact a heavy toll
on those who still
cling to remnants of their souls

The truth of this future abyss
hangs over all creatures
of the night

The sun always rises

burning away those
convenient denials
that darkness protects

As Misty once again
kneels before her porcelain throne
and purges the poisons accumulated
from the evening’s debaucheries

Foggy reflections
yield to the reality
of the day

One last self confession
seeps through her walls
of hedonistic obsessions

In order to survive

she must someday
fly away


About @stgreenie

I am my own best friend because I do so enjoy my company

3 responses to “Through Blood Shot Eyes”

  1. Kendra Lynn says :

    Wow!! That last stanza resonates.


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