Green and red,
Green and red,
Your eyes are Christmas colours,
Bright against the snow
Crisp and crunchy underneath your shoes
Smeared and stained with vomit
As you stagger screaming down the sidewalk;
Your rage, your pain,
Echoing across the street.
And just before the jealous winter wind
Takes you from me forever,
You turn around to face me,
And say
(slur)
“Fuck off!”