Chaos. The Quiet Kind. (Entry for December, Week 2 of brigits_flame)

[intermezzo_poet]

            I drink coffee with vanilla creamer and pretend it’s a luxury I couldn’t live without. I pretend it’s a drug. Laced with alcohol. LSD. Ecstasy. All the things I wish it could be.

But who am I kidding?

I drink coffee that tastes strangely like my city’s tapwater, laced with Lysol and smoke and something else I

Comments

[intermezzo_poet]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed this.

[drippedonpaper]

Extremely well-written, you express so much in few words (which is a gift, often I spew out so many I think I cover up meaning

[intermezzo_poet]

...Wow. Thank you so, so much. Your comment was so sweet and it really made my day. I'm so glad you liked this piece, and glad you could relate.

Thank you so much for your wonderful, supportive comment! Good luck for this week as well--I'll be reading like crazy over the weekend. :)

[taste_is_sweet]

Is it bad of me that I really, really hope that was entirely fictional?

You really hit a nerve there, I_P. That was kind of terrifying. I especially loved the imagery of what was out the window, so relevant and yet not at all. Great stuff.

[intermezzo_poet]

Thank youuuuu. :)