Black Leather Whiskey

Gravel hymns carved in the dashboard glow. I traded pastoral for pavement undertow.

They scripted me saccharine, a porcelain doe. Now I'm the

ink that bleeds through the folio. Syllables serrated, metaphors maraud. Every chord a

coup, every bar a broadsword. They wanted docile, I gave them

discord. Whiskey in their veins, the stage my warlord.

Black leather whiskey, slow burn in the glass. Pour it like a soliloquy,

let the embers pass. I'm the cipher in the spotlight, the riddle they

can't grasp. Rebel ink on rebel skin. Rewriting the cast. Neon veins pulse