hell, I thought, and pain
and death and ****
all around me.
hell with no escape,
pain without relief,
death amongst the living
and **** compiled
in the mirror
in front of me.
what I needed was
an act of decadence
to break the staleness,
something spontaneous.
so, I took back my last
swallow full of whiskey,
slicked back my hair and
grabbed the first woman
I saw by the hips.
I pulled her closely to me,
and then kissed her
very passionately.
she pushed me away
almost instantly and
as I turned around,
she hit me in the back
with her purse where
I heard threats of violence
come slithering through the air
from her boyfriend’s tongue.
I bade them all adieu
and walked out the door.
I was an imp without a care
knowing that I have lived
up to the very thing
I want etched on my grave:
regret nothing.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
hell, I thought, and pain
and death and ****
all around me.
hell with no escape,
pain without relief,
death amongst the living
and **** compiled
in the mirror
in front of me.
what I needed was
an act of decadence
to break the staleness,
something spontaneous.
so, I took back my last
swallow full of whiskey,
slicked back my hair and
grabbed the first woman
I saw by the hips.
I pulled her closely to me,
and then kissed her
very passionately.
she pushed me away
almost instantly and
as I turned around,
she hit me in the back
with her purse where
I heard threats of violence
come slithering through the air
from her boyfriend’s tongue.
I bade them all adieu
and walked out the door.
I was an imp without a care
knowing that I have lived
up to the very thing
I want etched on my grave:
regret nothing.
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