Whiskey & Cigarettes

Tears, blood & dust

History

She's Running

To the bottom of the glass

To the bottom of the bottle

Break her stride

Hold her still

Demand more

Another cigarette

Another little pill

Survival mode

Always running

Fight her

Another wrong turn

Another shot of whiskey

One breath

Yell

Scream

Demand more

Another shot of whiskey

Why wont she cry

So much beauty hidden behind those eyes

Survival mode

Break her stride

Hold her still. 

Reviews

[Forest Green]

And so the sin tax goes on...wreaking havoc with the vulnerable. When excess replaces thought process, we truly are done in.

Thought provoking write...!

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

the urgency is palpable~ cadence like hoof beats~ heart beats~pounding the essence of the poem into the marrow~ we run run run as fast as we can but running away from ourselves is, in the long run, impossible~