As the liquor undulates down my throat
Burning a little more at each swallow
Like lighting a match with wet fingers
I realize that in that moment
I am not worried about you
I am too busy sequestering my existence
With alcohol that does not remind me of you at all
The only thing that can not summon your name to my mind
One thing that makes me forget you, even if only for a little while
Fueled by liquid fire
Natures neutrality doesn't do much
For this current wave
Of lust and infatuation
I am only a girl fragile, choleric
And craving something to fill the hole you left
And I know I will wake up in the morning
With regret, headache, and an empty stomach
It can take 2 hours, 8 hours or a full day
To get alcohol out of my system
But it's going to take
Much more time to remove you from my heart
YOU ARE READING
The Fear of Drowning Deep
PoetryShe was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful something to be admired from a distance not up close. - A little talent is a good thing to have if you ever want to be a writer. But the only real requirement is the ability to remember every...
