Bulleit Rye

Not much to say about this piece. It's just one of those ones that wants to be written.

LIfe is backwards

and my hands are shaking.

My stomach is spilling all of my secrets

while this warmth spreads from my

throat to my brain.

I tried to keep them

but your eyes are so steady.

Someone help me flip it back around. Please.

It's all turning and I'm not sure whether 

it's the alcohol

or me. 

Author's Note

Any thoughts are welcome and appreciated.