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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.