BAR CHRONICLES
100 Whiskey Shots.
(Part 2 of 10)
You warned me not to visit bars at night,
Now what must I.do after our bad fight?
The street lights are a flicker of your smile
Not as bright ,yet so subtle to moments to come.
There is a pattern of sincerity in your calm,
Yet now we are headed in different dirences by a mile.
The barman know my poison
And what numbs my pain,
First 10 shots to numb my tongue to silence.
The next 90 shots to create a pattern of things I never said that night.
The last ten shots to pour over a wound
I will scream and cry but it gets better.
By: Tshediso SEROKI
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