Red
Stained red. My lips. A mark. Of something I’m ashamed of. Started off innocent. Ended up somewhere else. I don’t know. I forget. I omit. I can’t remember. The details.
Year: 2020
Does it feel like
Does it feel like.Something is missing inside.Was it even there to start with? And you’re trying to fill it up.With frills and some cheap alcohol.Yes, you’re trying to fill it