Rum Runner


At home, she sips sweet-flavored rum

Grinning with a separation in her teeth.

A fear is found in her haunting smile

That she really has nothing to do

And everything she does is all about nothing

Sweet rum can be mixed or drank straight

Easily licked off and forgotten, evaporated

Mixed with who knows what

Everything—she can get her hands on

Funny, how she acts with such desperation

While lapping up luxury—acting out with suffering

Lovers, all lovers, plus everyone

Come with at least one fault or two,

Allowing her within their shield-like auras

To let her explore, compliment, and brutalize.

That is why she shows her whitened teeth

Tucks her wrinkles behind her ears

Blaming, blaming, blaming, in between sips


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