Threads Of Cotton

Threads of cotton
Hang in red wine
Like bones strewn on
The bloodshot road
She turned her eyes from.

Threads of cotton
Run in her red dress
Like the tears
That smudge her blusher
When the memories come.

Threads of cotton
Repair the scarlet smile
On the face of the doll
She thought was gone,
As the bloody war weaves on.