the alcohol burns as it slides
down my throat,
warmth spreads through my chest momentarily.
the burn is something bittersweet,
a sort of discomfort but
a feeling of something
unexplainable as well.
shot after shot,
not slowing down one bit,
knowing i'll regret it later
and that i should not be doing it.
it doesn't hit till later in the evening,
i am slightly wobbly by now,
with a pounding head
and nauseous feeling in
my stomach.
yet I know i'll remember
this all in the morning,
i am completely aware
and competent.
so what was the point?
the point was to forget it all for a night..
but now i'm stuck with the
harsh memories
that no one else seems to
remember.
so instead,
i'll focus on the burning
sensation that i felt.
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Words of the heart
Puisifor anyone who has ever felt alone or doubtful about themselves, for the sad people who find comfort in poetry, for those who cannot seem to put their...
