Day: Feb 16, 2023

Milk spills on the kitchen counter,

And I spoil your thoughts until they turn sour.

I might not be the angel you invisioned,

But my nails are growing sharper by the hour,

And soon enough I will make the incision.

I will kiss their necks and drink their wine

Until someone messes up my blurry vision.

Despite it all, I will call that mess mine.

-Jackie