Drunk Poets Society – A Narrative Poem.

He left early, but the darkness followed him home. His feet were heavier than his lungs, Balance was not his friend that night. And Fate was not either. He stumbled across two others, both hairy, both with black eyes. One was chained, but she was innocent. Undeserved freedom belonged to the other. A dull bulb … Continue reading Drunk Poets Society – A Narrative Poem.

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