Fleeting Words

His words burn her skin As she read them through her red, moist lips Her lips were smeared with gin she oh bitterly drunk to keep her sane Her sanity is slipping away but then, he puts a smile on her face Her face, a cliche of shed, salty tears, of secrets she kept, of demons she hides She hides her evil side in the phrases of her poems beneath the silly emojis and scorching words His fleeting words That burns so sweet, her drink and bread, A comfort in her lonely bed ©reddragonfly⚘