Wed, 10/23/2013 - 13:03 -- gittab


The aroma hits the back of my throat like tension
in an abusive household
I take a bigger gulp
the temporary darkness will last longer this time
I couldn't tell you why the bottles empty so quickly
Only that the urge to dance
overcomes my urge to toss away my life
like a crappy poem
I don't get the chance to forget very often
But when I do
I lose myself in the world of
fake happiness most people find
at the bottom of endless shot glasses
and when I return to my world of masks
Everything is peace
Except me. 


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