Red Neon Light
Claire L. Smith
You’re my three-am thought,
My red pill,
My rabbit’s hole.
I’m your Lolita,
Doe-eyed thrill-seeker
That withers when the sun dies.
Your eyes are like a jewel,
Glassy and crude.
I don’t know where I am anymore.
In the red neon light,
You look like death,
But you’re beautiful.
You don’t deserve a moment of my time
But it’ll convince me that I’m fine.
One step, three steps, fall.
Down the hall, fingers intertwined,
And I know that you’re mine for tonight.
I don’t like to be used,
But I’ll let you abuse my rules,
If you’ll let me to do it to.
I hope I will forget your face,
Left with nothing but the bruise,
The disgrace and shadow of the red neon light.
Never knew how fun could be blind,
Fell into a pit when you kissed me in the dark.
I try to run but I can’t escape your midnight love.
Your eyes would be crimson regardless of the red neon light,
You look like death, I take off my dress,
You say I’m beautiful.
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Cauldron Anthology