Grown
You know your grown up when you drink
Black coffee
Creamer’s down the drain and sugar is no longer an option
Drink it straight
You can’t hide the taste
it’s bitter and dark and it hurts going down
You like reality to hit you in the face
First thing in the morning
Truth burns your throat
Trickles past the spine and
Enlightens
Smack
-against the glass-
You can handle the hostility
The changing names, the childish games
The worst pains, the mistrust
Exodus
All in a cup
The jaded footprints in the sawdust
Left behind from last night’s play
Cue for exit, curtains, lights
Alone, centerstage
Drink it straight
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