12/10/2018

Dec 10

Written By Ambar G

The painful realization of it hits me like whiskey on an empty stomach

It’s like a big rig smashing through my body

Taking my soul for display on it’s grill

When did it start?

When did I start to loose control?

I lost it before I could admit to losing it

I needed it at 6am

At lunch, afternoons…

The pain won’t drown

They learned to swim and they’ve multiplied