A Bitter Account Of Spring

That after taste after a shot of Vodka
Or the jealous remarks about another girls dress

Self pity when someone else is the winner
Or blaming God when things don't go to plan

The smell of acetone is unplesant
like your breath, that was forced upon my lips and inhaled with sympathy

The blood drips from the cut of a pen knife
Don't touch it, you stupid girl, it will get infected

The bark sparks with laughter and kindness
Yet is hazardous to the entire community of drunks

I take care of you through the trees as I step on every nettle in the way
The sky is beautiful, but you fail to appreciate that

That blue babydoll dress twirls and flatters around your thighs
Your eyes are drawn to the smoke, you rub them and cry

Daddy is waiting patiently, we hurry down the path
I'm scared you'll fall, so I hold your hand and guide you away from the dark passage's wrath.