Drop Poetry | My Old Friend, Sin | by Achoti Ty Battle
My old friend, Sin
by Achoti Ty Battle
Me and my old friend, Sin, use to get down, get it in. We flocked and rocked together like the body chills and hangs with skin. Sin had me doing things that in hindsight I shall never do again. I wanna tell you all about, but I can’t remember where to begin. We’d party really hard, get so drunk that I’d vow to never drink again. Until next time Sin showed up with a bottle of tequila, rum or gin. We’d do shot after shot never knew when to stop, so the demon in the container would always win. We’d get inebriated with a stranger, acquaintance, but more often with our kin. Give us our potion in a glass bottle, plastic or a cup made of tin. It didn’t matter as long as it held the stuff that always made us grin. Pass us a cold one, for me a Corona or Michelob Ultra, but for Sin a German made Heineken. Our eyes would fill with copious spirits till when we lay our heads down the room would spin. It made us feel like the world was in motion and the feeling would never ever end. So, me and my old friend, Sin, have parted ways, but I do still have a drink now and then.
My old friend, Sin