“Brown Liquid”
Smell that brown liquid
See it sparkle in a glass.
Come on, let it seep into your blood.
Bad circulations.
Bad breath.
You are a barfly on the run.
See beauty in that brown jewel
Glowing in the sun.
The reflections.
The refractions.
Begs you to give it a taste.
Tastes sweet on your cracked lips.
You want to quit and throw it away
But the whisky devil
Trips you down to the floor.
Gives you a sly grin.
Gives you alluring glassy eyes
And you crave for more.
Kiss the jewel in the glass.
How it softens your mind.
Feels warm in your blood.
The rush.
The sigh.
And you can’t seem to get enough.
Let it drain down through your throat.
Broken-hearted.
broken-winged.
Corroded liver.
Saturated blood.
“Come on, can’t I live?”
There is nothing left at all.
You lay still with a bouquet
Rested on your wet lips.
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