By Your Thirst

Spilt scarlet,
Alarming, disarming,
Screams of ‘Harlot‘
Shattered glass –
Tasked with the act
Of post-row cleanup.
Is it blood
Or is it wine?

Sickly sweet, it stays in the air,
The nose knows first –
What’s been spilled by your thirst,
For someone that wasn’t yours.

Seeping scarlet,
A mismatched set,
Lingering rage and regret,
Ripped infinity,
Spread to be read as:
Never meant to be.
Is it blood
Or is it wine?

Sickly sweet, it stays in the air,
The nose knows first –
What’s been spilled by your thirst,
For someone that wasn’t yours.

Out the window goes the vows,
Drowned out by the sounds
Of furious insults and accusations.
It’s over – all that’s here is broken and bleeding.

Sickly sweet, it stays in the air,
The nose knows first –
What’s been spilled by your thirst,
For someone that wasn’t yours.

–Jessie Gutierrez