The bewitching hour ~
Soft shadows slide
Across my sight
Suggesting
Relief from dreariness
Oh such sweet escape
Another’s oasis
Held within
A tall slender vessel
Lies my ghost
Clear liquid gold
Fermented to perfection
Waiting to be unleashed
A wolf
Dressed like a fox
Saying she will devour
Fear and anger
Yet that dog lies
She only wants me alone
And dead…
My Sweet Sally
My delusion is so
Very very real
As real as that empty glass.
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