I paint images on my skin
to replace the urge to crave them myself.

The days where the sun shines brightest
Cast's shadows through me of times, long forgotten yet still,
They crawl underneath my skin
The whispers to close my eyes and pour the contents down my throat,
Scream out,
At the darkest of hours.

To press the pedal down and let go of the wheel flutters through my mind as quick
And as gentle
As a humming bird.
The liquor burns my throat.
Blurs my mind,
Hushing the demons just for a while until they
Slither like snakes through my intoxicated mind, unearthing these insecurities.


The illusions I have created within these
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puzzle pieces of a self long forgotten.

© SaraM