In A Red Dress And Alone Poem by Andrus Cassian

This was supposed to be the best year, a new year
naivety, sound the alarm for the year we fear
Valentine's day? Was it even present?
excuse me miss, did you get the last one I sent?
The dance floor here is, proves a sanctuary
drinking a limestone cherry
Just get me out of here!
the lines are too blurry to be clear
Waking up in a unfamiliar bed, feeling with dread
shaken up with bruises, an evil arises and blossom in purple and red