The Whiskey Monologues

IF I DIDN’T LOVE HER, I’D STILL HAVE MY TEETH

falling down drunk, stairs lied
to my face and rose one step
ahead of my nose; black eyes
glitter above shattered
smile. she didn’t push me
that hard, but i fell for her
just the same.

my Dominatrix

never has to scream
my name; i was born to heal.

Submitted by David Benson.

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