Face Down

Don’t trap me in your car

Your baby sip reduces you to doe stride

I’ll catch you at the bar

Your mouth tastes like you’re gargling peroxide

Just please get out of bed

I found the bottle and it breaks under your heavy hand

You’re stuck inside your head

Throat cracked until it turns into nevada sand

Face down

You can wobble like a calf until your body hits the warm ground

Face down

Count the sheep until your pores erode and let all of the poison out