Demons

His parents thought moderation meant seeing the bottom of as many bottles as they could; inebriation ran afoul with their thoughts blurring and entangling, clashing and colliding reality with wants. A slight winnow would stain the stench of cheap whiskey to strangle all of the air molecules in the room. Their subliminal demons hadn’t grasped his mind, yet.

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  1. Michelle Johnson on

    captured very well. have a great night.


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