Swift

college

real rivers [eventually] dry

the Thirst for revenge will [never] die

sit at home, let it pass

sleep for days , an image cast

inside a memory. it rots.

a dream. (better yet) a cross.

those thoughts,

of safety lost.

let them sink in

if only at the brink of sin

trips down the aisle,

to reminisce 

crack a smile. take the piss.

engage the guile. forget the missed

it will hurt but remember this

the art of death is always swift

a kiss