Toxic Verses

Against me

your heart beat to the rhythm

of verses,

of Russian phrase;

And the headlights of cars passed outside the window,

ordinary,

Against the dying light of day.

I smelt myself,

Perfume and cigarettes,

Wooden in scent

and in attitude.

I watched you stare,

your blonde curls against the seat,

as always

melancholic,

and slightly warped as my head twirled, waltzing against the walls.

I remained estranged in a foreign room

of foreign tongue,

with only the sway of leaves outside the window

And a wet pansy,

drenched in alcohol,

To keep me company.

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