Vintage

Listen to Ivy read Vintage

 

drunk on norepinephrine wine

labeled

Years

Your

Words

Plagued

My

Mind

a vintage of blacks and raving reds sustain dread in my almond-shaped matter

whisper

whisper

hidey-hide

the child inside plays panic games of save the day

or run away

while i grope for my determination

aged

two

score

plus

many

a

daytime

wish

to see serene my life with a mind off the virulent wine you bottled for me

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