Drunk and bloated
On their own confidence
And fighting against
The beat of their own hearts.
Smashed like jars,
Rivers of wine-
Colored blood.
Souls dispersed
And nevermore.
Past meets present,
And I watch it at my feet.
Drunk and bloated
On their own confidence
And fighting against
The beat of their own hearts.
Smashed like jars,
Rivers of wine-
Colored blood.
Souls dispersed
And nevermore.
Past meets present,
And I watch it at my feet.
Ericka Clay 
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