A Storm of Thoughts

Tequila

Held it in my hands

My first time.

I could feel the chill

Majorly in my bones.

My conscience ripped.

Confused.

Frightened by the thought

Of being caught.

I felt like a child again.

But I was no longer one.

Pulled in all my strength,

With my friends to cheer me up

I gulped it all down.

I felt like

Sin was being washed down my throat.

The bitterness.

The acid burning me

And my esophagus.

I could see the colorless pipes

Get stained by the acid.

Through the pipes, the inner 'me'

Peeped out.

She knew that there was no escape now.

The gulp had done its job.

Like a rocket, it kicked in

Like a firecracker,

It hit my brain.

The feel,the excitement

Mere oblivion.

God knows how many times I gulped.

For now,it is the acid that is eating me up.