shiver me timbers
boyos
it seems like
my bones
have piqued
your interest
the yellowing
of time,
you ask?
well,
i lived
and i
died
like
all of you.
i swigged
bottles of
root beer
which soon
turned to
whiskey
laced with
seasalt
as
my crew
and i
sailed
the blue
heavens
dressed
in the
filthiest
of riches
a case of
consumption
that was my end
rolled up in
a ratted sail
and set next to
davy jones'
locker
i wouldn't have it
any other
way.
1 Comment
Wisp
"bottles of
root beer
which soon
turned to
whiskey
laced with
seasalt"
That description is pure beauty. Of all the lines, this one really jumped out at me because it's just so I don't know true?? Like I envisioned some lines from a book where someone ditched soda for alcohol.
Replying: Gosh, you're so freaking supportive and motivational. I'm moved to puke up rainbows (even if that sounds disgusting lol). Also, I really felt that reply. I don't experience half the things I write about, but I write like I'm an expert on the topic.