Bordeaux

Bordeaux
Like the color of spilled wine
Analogous to blood spilled on white
Bathroom tiles.

Bordeaux
Like the city of romance
Bleeding red flames
In the mouth of the beast that was once
The epitome of us.

I miss the days when red
Once meant something else.
Now all I breathe is red,
Red like regret
From words that have changed
In meaning,
But not
In feeling.

Bordeaux

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