thirty awkward despondents
stand unhatched,
longing to break free
so i, whiskey bitten
break free,
limbs flinging in every direction,
a trail of wasted liquor
spots around my shifting feet,
next to me, a five foot
bearded demigod loses his hat,
and i crown myself with it.
he flings an arm around my shoulder
and we scream
for he too
has broken free from whatever
confines his brittle caged heart
that i don't care to see
or figure out,
together here
drenched with heat,
abandon, and ale
both fighting to release
these cries
straight through the
paint chipped ceiling.
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