By Abbie Froomes
Antidotes that come in shades of burgundy red
Without stopping to savour the freedom from my
delicate head.
Liquid silk and clear glass, the remedy for yearning
When I'm done with feeling everything, I stop the
world from turning.
Pour yourself a glass, sit with me a while
We'll be numb together, this life we shall revile
Talk and talk until there are no words that we can
share
Find me in an empty glass, I shall meet you there.