Wine

Reality-
tormenting imagination-
discouraging words.
Chains
stained in blood
of brilliance
that covers the floor
of this desolate imprisonment.
Thick with dispair
the wine of your love
threatening isolation
or worse.
Identity
the scarlet stains upon your feet
the day in your hands.
Scars on wrists
still bleed
memories
of hopeless nights
in your arms...