Recovery

i.When I met Sarah

all I could see
was her darkened silhouette
embroidered by suicide’s red flame.
being dragged across floors like
some soon to be AMBER alert.
it spreads nothing but ash,
he rushed over her like wildfire.

ii. First Date w Sarah

in wishes for more than some willow
where her heart bled sanctuary
her fingers shake after a red rue.

Oh, how to love the darkness.

quivering at the sight
of this raw dinner.
where lips are quenched by
stained glasses of wine,
leaving everything unscathed for eating
her mouth, purged the poisonous words
that I use in attempts
to drown that sickness.

noticing her stuttered look,
her uncomfortable eyes glance away,
she holds back.

I am taken by her burnt interior
and only wish suicide wouldn’t
have his way with her.

iii. After The Date

I loved watching those curves quiver
cross the room,
where the taste of merlot still
circulates her veins.

hopefully one day
I can be those AA meetings,
she always wanted to attend.