Choose Your Poison

Choose your poison

He leans in invitingly

He welcomes me into the circle

“Whiskey on the rocks”

“Fill it up”

My heart it races

It knows

It is close

A deep breath

I hold the bar firmly hoping it grounds me

Sweat beads across my brow

I wipe my hands down my pants

Wet prints left upon the bar

The ice is sharp as it hits the glass

“Get this guy to hurry up!”

The Voice screams again

I hold my eyes fixed to one place

Hoping no one can see the fear upon my face

I catch a glance in the mirror

A fancy outfit

And smelling of French Cologne

I see the pulse within my neck

Jump like an angry Looney Tune

Scraping as loud as glass on glass

He slides my drink into my palm


One one thousand

Two one thousand

Three one thousand

……Just a sip…

I wait while he serves another patron

While his back is turned

Half gone…. put it down before your cover is blown

Didn’t spill a drop

Soon I’ll be the walking dead

Awake enough to come alive and calm enough to keep the demons inside

Courage is easy to find

On every corner

At every turn

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