where darkness
leads a whiskey shot
with no chaser
claw the burn and the dizzy
where alone
with moans of an E minor
strokes my thin camisole
that dews see through with sweat
even the moon
is submissive on a Tuesday
settles for the blackout
spills out ‘cross the street
where the devil says
i am your sweet tooth baby
i am your lizard king
waste your days, feel whole again —
that’s
where
I
wait.
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e minor… a major among the minors.
why is it I feel so voyeuristic reading your thoughts? I need to shower…
and this is my new favorite….
ah who says they are always my thoughts— sometimes i like to get into other people's heads too! … although in this case