One Whisky Sour
By LovelyUndead
Smoke fills the room
Sunset has taken its bow
Hushed whispers... Silent... Lurking
The moon is judging from a distance
Clink... Clink... Ice
How funny the liquid fire softens
Burning like a fiery snake down the throat
Nesting in a belly of lies
Murmuring sweet nothings into the ear
The insides melt
Like the ice under immense heat
Moving slowly through clenched veins
Fur grows thick behind the eyes
The lies become truth
Legs turn to rubber under the weight of the world
Once life has come slowly to wake
Tick... Tock.. Tick...
Where has the night gone?
The sun slowly says hello
As the fur thins to an unsettled sleep
Good night moon
Good night world
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