❝┊perditioner

    dean’s already downed one shot, edging the other towards his
    friend — a pre-game buzz, he’d called it before. the rules have
    been explained twice now; an element of uncertainty still clings
    to the former angel, but dean waggles his eyebrows and nudges
    the shot glass a little further across the table.

            ‘ come on, man, it’ll be fun. ’

       skeptical gaze was fixed on the glass, the liquid inside
—––wavering from side to side like the doubt he had.
  LIKE A DEER IN THE HEADLIGHTS, caught
 between the tides. not sure about back and forth and insecure
     about the limits to the ebb of his life. the answer was no to if he
was ready to exploit humanity in every aspect. but yet would he dare to
       forgive those flaws.
                                             if only it would help him forget
                                        them too.

  digits reach for and grasp for the shot glass. and
     alcohol downed with an aftermath burn back deep
 in his throat with what felt like a cough
                  itching to escape.

         ‘    im not sure it will.