Age of the rebels {wattys 2015}

Some stories end with a thud. Some burn out with lighter fluid.
This story has Fathers, lovers, you and I.
Crack the spines.
Bring a match or a torch. Keep your eyes glued and stick them shut.
Strict restrains and vodka-bottle printed tissues. Keep your mugs aside. Depression has an address card, don't ask it. Eat out of candle holders and find out what happens in this story. Whether it ends with Absinthe tears or cigarette burns. Don't shampoo for days and listen what the protagonist says. Repeat the words and again. Write them on stained mirrors for strangers. Sit on wet floors with burgundy tears.
For the words are hollowed out soul.
Read this for closure and beautifully smudged lines.
Have an idea and always make it lethal.
Spit controversy and become a rebel.