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I've had too much to drink today by Precious
I've had too much to drink today
The haze of smoke blurs the edges of my deepest musing
and leads my mind to wonder
Like a restless traveler
These songs I ruminate on are
the blood curling around my ribs
echoing stories I don’t want to hear
of a beautiful ingenue I once knew
One I feel, I am losing
In the dead of morning I sleep in silence
But I can still feel the hum of the stars
repositioning themselves in my sky
How was I an ingenue at seventeen
Eyes wide open to endless possibilities
and then-hollowed out.
Just smoke and shadows at 23?
Will they still want me??
When the afterglow fades from my skin
when the bruises of time
begin to show their colors in scars
Will I still want me when i’m ancient and listless???
my youth slipping through my fingers
like blood once did
from my veins so many moons ago
fingers that once held the future of the world
coming to rest one last time.
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By Maggie DeversI've had too much to drink today
The haze of smoke blurs the edges of my deepest musing
and leads my mind to wonder
Like a restless traveler
These songs I ruminate on are
the blood curling around my ribs
echoing stories I don’t want to hear
of a beautiful ingenue I once knew
One I feel, I am losing
In the dead of morning I sleep in silence
But I can still feel the hum of the stars
repositioning themselves in my sky
How was I an ingenue at seventeen
Eyes wide open to endless possibilities
and then-hollowed out.
Just smoke and shadows at 23?
Will they still want me??
When the afterglow fades from my skin
when the bruises of time
begin to show their colors in scars
Will I still want me when i’m ancient and listless???
my youth slipping through my fingers
like blood once did
from my veins so many moons ago
fingers that once held the future of the world
coming to rest one last time.
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com
More from Precious ↓
* @precious_poetry101 on Instagram
Submissions are currently closed. Keep an ear on the podcast to know when the next window will open. Join the mailing list to be the first to know ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️
This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit rembrandtscure.substack.com