Her head was heavy with thoughts and liquid
Rancid hopeful slurs kept falling from her mouth,
I watched on with no sympathy
Flashing rushed nods for a retort.
It wasn’t enough
For me to trace circles on her thighs.
She wants to believe in green and amber,
And harness all the comfort that accompanies security.
Save it for devastation
Put it aside, ‘just in case.’
It will probably never be used,
But still she wants to believe in green and amber.