In The Red

Force fed Pitocin
And I’m in emotional labor now
Heaving and pushing
Breaking my back to cradle you, boy

It’s funny when the tables are turned
And you are crawling up my pole
You sure do owe a lot to me, boy
I guess tonight you’re going in the red

21 days of fermentation and
On your knees where you’ve brought me
Is the place served best
by your pitiful pleading tonight

Find your salvation in the harvested fields
And then I’ll fade to black
If and when the cycle starts again
Don’t get yourself caught in the red

– V. Raylean; AUG 2020