“Those Dark Days”

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. 


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