Dusty Drinks

Certain songs transport me into an old dusty bar. Where the air is heavy but sweet. And the floor is slightly sticky. Why is the floor always sticky. I wonder if it’s a way of reminding people where they are, in case they have better places to be.

I can’t tell if my heartbeat is matching the bass of the music, or the music is matching my heartbeat. Regardless, I feel like it’s eating me. Thudding its way into my submission.

5 thoughts on “Dusty Drinks

  1. I feel the same way about music! 🤗

    1. How wonderful!

      1. Don’t go to bars much anymore, unfortunately 😉

  2. There’s a reason why they’re sticky!

  3. Gorgeous write, Alecia. ✨🌹

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