Maybe just one more sip
To seize the numbness,
To grasp it by the neck
And furiously shake it.
Maybe then it'll awaken
And override my frontal lobe,
Pushing my conscious mind
Into submission.
As I cry in my bathtub,
Fully clothed and the shower running,
The drink hardly burns.
I've forgotten how to feel the scorching.
You're a phone call away,
A click of a button.
Yet, indecision to call you engulfs
And I'm back to sobbing.
Would you be mad?
If I texted like this,
Drunker than a wife beater,
Would you yell as well?
Maybe another sip will help,
Or maybe I'll inundate.
Howling in the shower,
Where nobody can overhear.
