I only drink ferocious black coffee-- a silverback strong knuckle-sandwich to the chest because it screams at my throbbing heart like a drill sergeant.
I drink whisky because because I enjoy the the burning taste of sandpaper raking against the back of my throat. And it gets me hammered the quickest.
Pizza for breakfast, I'm eating champions of pineapple and bacon with four different cheeses because *******.
The words I write are contrived reflections trying to get by in a place I'm trying to convince myself I belong.
Cynicism glares with tired sunken eyes at deja vu reiki songs, but my hymnal is the bottom of a moscato, and I sing louder when grey ghosts from the past whisper lonely nightmares.