The scent of sulfur fills my wretched nose

I’ve been backed into too many corners to be shocked by the events that will follow

1. The burn of bourbon will become my good morning kiss
2. The scale will decline as my body becomes frail
3. The circles beneath my eyes will become the pillows that I rest my head on at night

She whispered softly to me as I emptied the bottle into my hands

“All you must do is swallow, and I’ll make sure you never have another sleepless night, I’ll kiss all your tired tears away, we will live in harmony together.”

The devil has already signed on