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Tub of Dirty Whiskey
Drowning myself in the murky water. Let that sink in and wonder down the drain.
Drowning in my sorrows, lost in wonder,
Submerged and surrounded, sunk in a tub full of dirty whiskey.
Swallowed in the shallow end of my mind, lost in the deep of my thoughts,
Superficial and cavernous,
Filling the tub and my psyche with the bottomless and the capacious,
Cleansing my soul and purifying my past,
Filth and shame, a rose by any other name.
Smooth yet bittersweet, fire and ice burning all the way down,
The naked truth raw and revealed,
Steeping in a hot bath of dirty whiskey.
As dingy and clouded as my shortcomings,
As concealed as the secrets of the surrounding,
Circling and swirling, swarming like a shark,
My demons know how to swim.
Hiding amongst the bottom of the blue,
Asphyxiated to the point it steals my breath,
Choking my pain, snatching my soul,
Closing my eyes to the agony as I surrender to defeat,
Relaxing my body and sacrificing my mind unto the supernova of light,
Flatlining into the flashes of the fear,
As they meander down the drain,
Abandoning all that remains.
An empty tub of whiskey.
