Tides spill at the crescent of the sand,
Licks the smiles we share-
Ember ashes waver.
The moon’s shadow tremors,
Like the silhouette of a gazelle
Running free with wings of steel
Sadistic joy strung and weaved,
Knitted together by the redemption of past unloved.
Memories stained with emptiness and misery.
Taste the liquor of poison envy.
It stings much like whisky,
Washes away our fear
Unplugs the debris of wasted days.
They turned to years,
Turned to love.
Tune into the smoky tips of pleasant hats.
Cover our hair and our shameful hesitance.
The lies of a sociopath,
Is key to adolescence.