Mind of Malt

Sat underneath the tin heater.
Sleeves rolled up to stocky elbows
Wrapped in Mötley Crüe tattoos,
A dreaming mutt at her feet below.
Her mind in stasis, clouded in
Heat and chocolate stouts, stuck on
29 down: “Prost,” six letters.

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