whisky

Tue, 09/05/2017 - 23:40 -- hmroach

sometimes I take a sip of you,

but you taste like whisky.

 

when you hit my lips,

I cry in the ecstasy of nothingness.

 

as your warm liquor burns my throat,

I wonder if I taste the same.

This poem is about: 
Me

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