Tried to cleanse you of that mark
Bloodstained teeth on twice red kiss — Ssh, listen
baby, I know where he been, this stranger
fillin’ you up, ’coz I’m not liquor enough
Your wound, I vow, thinner than a razor
Your scars, I commit, deeper than your treason
This poem is the 1st stanza of Finish (working title) from the Sestina Synthetica project on Chalkboard.
