Monk and Her Random Variables December 27, 2021 #poem#anxiety#depession#lost#empty#alcohol , 0 Comments Dark, pale blue flickersFrom when you leftNothing stops the painOr could of prepared meFor what you saidAs you walked out the doorWith smoke in my lungsThe brown liquor creepsInto the gray crevicesI sit here aloneDear Monk, you win Share Facebook Twitter Google+ Read More