Liquor soaked memories. Most which will last me a lifetime, but moments I still try and piece together. My brain hurts in a straining hunger for another night of forgettable unforgetfulness. Or possibly, aches for a greasy breakfast burrito to dilute lingering toxicity that poisons my bloodstream. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
The nights where tequila coated my throat with its soothing silky flame. Or twilight moments of rippled heat under my cheeks when colliding with curious hands . I still assemble the puzzle of minutes standing in a kitchen, clad in tarp and streamers, when I wastedly spooned heaps of cookie dough into my mouth. Perhaps the brief seconds, entangled in the arms of a stranger. Together, unintentionally, tackling a trash can spilling its contents onto the floor, alongside our drowned out laughter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Evening hours that were kept warm by a liquor dressing my nerves more than my clothes had. I still feel the heated breaths along my neck between sensual encounters, and the burns on my skin beneath a desired grip on my waist. I miss the stippling dewy sweat on my body beneath sublet covers of someone I won\u2019t see tomorrow. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
When I close my eyes in recollection, I draw the stepping stones stars once painted for me atop a vacant street. My lonesome feet had bounced over each speck of midnight glitter, dragging my loose hair in its tepid breeze.The spotlight through darkness became more special than the sun – accentuating a life that was mine, and not shared beneath daylights portioned illumination. I see the flashing memories drowned in alcohol, spinning round like the stars when I had stared at them for a moment too long. My dreams trace a clouded remembrance of fire that burned in my throat and one that blazed in my veins, heightening each sense. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh how I dream of the intoxicated midnights under the moon, while the hearth inside me longs for that unforgettable fire once again – awaiting fluid from borrowed $10 liquor, and a flame unborn, craving a stranger\u2019s lost touch. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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