A Sullen Sobriety
a drink of warm beer
in a dark corner full
of fallen leaves
and dry twigs.
Peer into the bottle with me
look into the confined glass dungeon
when we used to try and
quench our thirst
of despair and burden.
Now I will pour out
the broken gardens
with the left over
black milk
onto the fire to
douse the fury.
Avie
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