A Distilled Spirit: Pained Prose from a Bar

a distilled spirit.

pained prose from a bar...

these are conversations heard both outside and inside my head,
interludes drawn from sights seen in front of and behind my eyes;
an encapsulation of regret and regression, death and demise.
they are the interpretation of lives unraveling before me.

become my companion interloper as you sip from this collection,
or slam it back in a gulp.

pain is beautiful. pull up a chair.