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Drinking With The Wrong Couple
Dragged along the wet pavement
unable to free from a sturdy grip
the damp concrete kissing his face
and another tooth chips
He can hear a woman's voice
- a cheerleader of the madness
"Did I do good?" she asks
The evening remains fuzzy
no strength to twist away
some kind of narcotic
has left him this way
He can hear the woman's voice
and never a response
"Did good, didn't I?"
They've dislodged his shoulder
and his bearings are fried
the only thing that is certain
is his distance from light.
unable to free from a sturdy grip
the damp concrete kissing his face
and another tooth chips
He can hear a woman's voice
- a cheerleader of the madness
"Did I do good?" she asks
The evening remains fuzzy
no strength to twist away
some kind of narcotic
has left him this way
He can hear the woman's voice
and never a response
"Did good, didn't I?"
They've dislodged his shoulder
and his bearings are fried
the only thing that is certain
is his distance from light.
Published 8th Mar 2018
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11th Mar 2018 5:05pm
A situation that can happen to anyone on any given day or night. This brought back memories of younger days of lost moments in time that lead to certain situations.
11th Mar 2018 7:57pm
11th Mar 2018 8:55pm
No, I think all worth remembering. Experiences that have taught me about who I am, could be, want to be, and never want to be again.
11th Mar 2018 11:55pm
That is true. An ever-revolving door of things to learn through experiences. I really appreciate your take on this piece.
