Spill
Often times I don’t even realize a buzz anymore
I blink and my husband is taking my glass and tucking me into bed
Often times I fall a sleep with a cigar in my hand
Red bottom heals on me feet
Satin silky robe on my skin
Often times I pour until there’s none anymore
Until the glass hits the floor
Until I can’t anymore
Often times
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Submitted on June 21, 2020
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 330 |
Words | 67 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 9 |
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