I lay in a hollowed room choking on emotions , alcohol pumping through my blood. Tonight I'm drunk but not because of the vodka burning my throat. Somehow I ended up back here in this place but the room still feels unfamiliar no matter how many times I return. She tastes like my favorite candy, salted caramel chews, sweet-- but there's enough bitterness to keep you guessing. She says I'm perfect for her, but even if her skin feels like the ocean on a hot summer day I can't forget that no matter how refreshing it feels; the ocean can still swallow you whole on a good day... and I've never been all that grand at swimming.
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