Rum Runner

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At home, she sips sweet-flavored rum

Grinning with a separation in her teeth.

A fear is found in her haunting smile

That she really has nothing to do

And everything she does is all about nothing

Sweet rum can be mixed or drank straight

Easily licked off and forgotten, evaporated

Mixed with who knows what

Everything—she can get her hands on

Funny, how she acts with such desperation

While lapping up luxury—acting out with suffering

Lovers, all lovers, plus everyone

Come with at least one fault or two,

Allowing her within their shield-like auras

To let her explore, compliment, and brutalize.

That is why she shows her whitened teeth

Tucks her wrinkles behind her ears

Blaming, blaming, blaming, in between sips

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15 Responses to Rum Runner

  1. I know this persona well…blame is such a useful tool in deflecting from truth and personal responsibility.

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  2. msenecal68 says:

    If I didn’t know better, I would swear that you wrote this about me. The rum, the persona, I believe you have discovered my alter-ego!

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  3. Nicely described Elan:)

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  4. Hehe replace the rum with gin and I can see a mirror image of myself. Nicely done. 🙂

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  5. I hadn’t attached quite so much importance or deptth to the occassional spiced rum I mix with, well, anything!

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  6. John Spurgeon says:

    “tucks her wrinkles behind her ears”. Lovely write-up

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  7. Nurse Kelly says:

    Beautifully penned, Elan. I know women like this. You must too!

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  8. vivachange77 says:

    Shrewd description of a very unhappy woman.

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  9. “Blaming in between sips” love

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  10. “Tucks her wrinkles behind her ears”—my favorite phrase I’ve read today.

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  11. Just Joan says:

    A fear is found in her haunting smile
    That she really has nothing to do
    And everything she does is all about nothing
    Loved these particular lines. I often feel this way, smiling through the fear of nothingness. No rum for me though. I prefer random acts of kindness.

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