The taste of carbonation on my tongue
as bitter as the vodka seeping in
watching as they walk out the door
the pain too much to bear
in this thin air
the cold, too much, as I change
memories not forgotten
but no longer there
A sneak-peek of a thirteen-year-old broken heart.
Each person on this planet goes through a phase of dark, where every bit of pain envelopes them whole and they can hardly breathe. As a result, they all look for that one release to pick their heads back up and move along with their lives.
Mine was alcohol.
Four years later, it still is.