All I saw were grassy fields,
dandelions, lazy bumblers.
Empty, flower ridden fields,
and an out of place delusion.
Barstools, bar and bottles sprouting
dumbly from the grasses...
Running was my only option,
staying offered no distraction.
Language poured from me unbidden,
words that stained my clothing
sickly blacks and iridescent.
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