The Last Month

Christmas is over and a new year begins

Awaiting the shakes from an ash filled syringe

We start our detox with a vow it will get better

But the cloth that covers my mouth gets wetter and wetter

Fireworks that mark the sky shriek so loud

They explode then spread In moments of sound

12 o'clock rings and I look around

There's no one to kiss

No one to hug

Not even a stranger that offers their love

Yet my glass is still full

And I'll make it never empty

So hand has a companion

To another year in the twenties

By Rachel Johnson

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