Drunk
written by: Rando Mithlo
@Rodhnoe
Gathering after hours
mirrors an altered them
All are the same eyes that beg for good lies
Not much of it matters then
Not even she’ll recall
I’m prone to change stance for her time at all
From mouths to clouds, so vulnerable
Will I starve in wait ’til her words not defend
To burn a bridge between safe and upend
Her shudder stalked, her arms unlock
Graceful to awkward, this wall is thin
A modest veneer is shed with every sip
Some perception held lost, she’s like anyone
But, I’m nothing if not fair, superficial, or drunk
Her smile washed peer
And tongue slips led on
Strange is this reality
Then tomorrow it’s gone
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
Admiring from afar
Rando Mithlo
-Artist and Writer from Los Angeles currently living in Indiana- the bulk of my writings are short stories and poems that deal with a range of subjects including: emotional distress, strange happenings, thrillers and suspensestories.
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