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drunk dial
when night slithers in
like a wanton mistake
and you feel the vibrations
through your body
small and quiet
like an airplane
you struggle to build words
and phrases
wine seeps from your lips
like blood
from an archetype argument
holding back all you know
to construct a taller castle
with mightier walls
while tears wash over you
in baptism
pride battles envy
brain against heart
a holocaust collision
there will be no
survivors
kingdoms will fall
but there is little one can do
when a man’s voice in your ear
pleads.
