Her acid lips preach futile words,
Flaccidly hovering over the pair,
Words flanked by incoherence,
And by inebriated minds.
The mist of deceit enshrouding,
As the rivulets of lies,
Drop to mocking curtsies.
She cowers before his frosted stance.
Facing the silence of blank walls,
Outside, the sun clashes with the moon.
Mika Rafaela A. Barrios
