the density of the ice machine is decreasing as my eyes lay upon so, i wonder how alcohol is treating you in the after life. does it make you feel alive rather than loved? is the feeling of liquor down your throat worthy of death? i knew you'd always rather so, but i couldn't admit it to myself. welcoming an inherited, new sibling within a 3 person household- my father loves alcohol more than me.
receiving more than wanted, midnight ice water isn't worth man slaughter.
as i hear a hiss from around the corner, my mind doesn't even question who. i don't believe in the boogeyman anymore, it's just you.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
