The cup took a sip of my lips
The milk turns red
My lips of love potion and poison
They crash against your lips
And they crash against the tides
My thoughts buried, and dead
It comes to head, heart and hand
A tripwire of the mind
Ensnaring a memory in the flesh
Another in the dust
And another in the dark
Me and the sun
Passing by the exit door
And not missing the point
The pain in my heart did not rhyme with the pain in my mind
I drank from the cup, and I drowned.








Intense. To drown from the cup.
Can’t imagine all the dangerous mundane things around us. From a bedpost to a Rubik’s cube…
Thanks, Fia for the love and support “)
This is one fierce, brilliant piece of writing M.E. Wicked!
Thank you my friend! Highly appreciated. 🙂
Intensely penned, M.E. Into the book it belongs. Loved the straightforward approach with this write my friend. Great spill. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you brother! Highly appreciated “)
You had me at lips of love potion and poison.
Then you went and brought me into that deliciously brilliant mind of yours. Again. I always feel spoiled when you do that. Thank you 💋 You and the sun…that’s a burn worth the read.
Mm hmm.
My lips says thank you for the love
You comment is a bliss
And They crash against your lips! “)
Superb work.
Thank you, Thomas! “)