Excessive Feelings

Sips in sync with blinking eyes

She sips too much to realize

Every time you pour into me, my bottle gets more empty

Glass falling to the floor

She staggers to the door

Glass shatters her feet

She stumbles to her seat

She's still asking for more

But she falls to the floor

Red lipstick in the mud

She covers up the blood - Niedria Dionne Kenny

Done