Winding woods
Have you ever drank so much wine that in the morning, your mouth is a bright blood red. You can’t tell if you bit your tongue, or if you really just drank that much cheap red wine. I have. It came in a box too.
All I wanted to know was how did this happen. My feet are black and I don’t think I even slept, did I?
I remember walking, walking in the woods. With that stupid little box of red wine. It reminded me of a juice box, you know the hand held once you squeeze to hard and you spray all over your self.
I remember at the end of the woods, stopping and seeing a wonderful thing,
just now if I could remember.