I've got a bitter
taste
in my lips
and it feels like
acid
under my tongue.
I'm listening
to the Lioness
but there's not
enough
smoke and
whiskey in her
breath
to soothe
me
and there's not
enough grit
in my heart
to make me
think
I'm worthy
of my own.
Here's my chance
to let him fly
but so long as I've got
hope
as strong as I've
always
had, I'm not
likely to
try.