Dear, The memory of it came when I inhaled the fumes from the car in front of me at the red light. I’m not sure what it was about that smell that delivered me to the time that I sat up in my bed holding you … Continue reading

Take me back

Take me back to the night we first met

and let me tell myself that your charm was poison

so that I could save myself the inevitable terror

of nights spent filled with tears

As your words spread through my veins like wild fire

and burned endless craters into my fleeting heart

Take me back to the first time you kissed me

and let me tell myself that your lips were simply

a tragically cruel maze, no destination

ether disguised as candy wine

a silent killer of fairy tales weaved with whiskey soaked tongue on mine


~Christie Page