Toxic

Waiting for time to slip silently

Secretly

Lies cave in with tumult and sound

Crushing bystanders and those in the wake of it

Friends…hold tight standing firm.

Lovers…..never let go…

Everybody else …slips

As stones and catastrophes slide effortlessly down

Like butter in a hot skittle

And whisky down a parched throat.

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