a last dance
at last
the dark fills my eyes
as I walk away
into the night
I don’t glance back
into the stench
but instead
fill my lungs
with the night’s
****** air
my jumbled steps
and stumbled words
are relentless
infuriating
unshakable
invigorating
another day
another drink
alone.
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 9:12 PM UTC
a last dance
at last
the dark fills my eyes
as I walk away
into the night
I don’t glance back
into the stench
but instead
fill my lungs
with the night’s
****** air
my jumbled steps
and stumbled words
are relentless
infuriating
unshakable
invigorating
another day
another drink
alone.
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