Whiskey Pleading

a haze stretching for hours

i took a seat

you took a stand

that was it, until it began


neon signs like stars

only come out at night

burn bright and light my way

down the hole


i remember the first but not the second

the words I used pulling their strength from my glass

truth without control

manifests as desperation


was it minutes or hours?

one word spanned an hour and echoed for three

saying things i’ve never said before

in direct proportion to the number on the tab


thanks for paying, by the way, anyway.

Published by: Ann Syrowski

By day I'm a Creative Project Manager for a marketing boutique and freelance copywriter. By heart I'm seeking God in everything - books, music, art, education. Any way I can take it in. Even though I'm more quiet than loud and sometimes hard to get to know, I love people and the pursuit of understanding what gets our hearts racing.

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