cognition

i'd rather drown in beer than in memories

after suffocating on the future,

I binged on the past

after opening recollection's window,

I threw my fist into the glass

I devoured the inhibition on the insides of my cheeks

before realising it was my pride

but when I tried to spit it back out,

its nature tore at my insides

after acquainting the bottom of the bottle

and the hallucinations from the tab

the troubles imploded

but the memories were left to stab