Song

A summer night, as tree branches thread throughout the dark sky salted with stars,

The whole world swayed as the hammock weaves by thousands of threads swayed

Crimson ambers of cigarette quickly falling through the wholes, barely missing the threads,

Like an accident, falls into the wine glass,

Bursting with flame that cannot contain itself

I don’t care if it hurts

I wanna have control

So the song went, as the alcohol got thicker and hotter.

6.12.2020