Smashed like jars.

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.

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March 27, 2021

Ericka Clay

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