Draft 3

red litters the surface of your lips
the residue of a working cure
liquid life dots each kiss
and stains skin that was once pure

from your mouth the armies march
adorned with words of hesitance
bullets target the vulnerable heart
your absence is the evidence

cherry pink blossoms on your cheeks
doubts seeps through fleeting touch
the fight to stay starts to grow weak
so ends the burst of luck

Xaviera Hernandez