Whiskey rough against my throat
A coarse glass-paper graze
On bare unshielded knees
Warms kisses deep within me
A comfort hug from someone dear
Wraps its arms around my soul
And takes away the pain
A slug to loosen up the tongue
One to ease the fear
A slug to bring connection
And one to make me sane
And when the tide comes over me
The cleansing bath of nauseous waves
I’ll hide again behind my tears
And wait for better days.
This is the final poem influenced by some of the songs by The Twilight Sad.