Flash Fiction Friday #22: When I Drink


(ah find d permalink! plus the link for the blog itself is HERE. also, i don’t drink. seriously).



when i drink,
the warmth trickles down my throat,
settles in my tummy for a moment,
then rushes off to curl my toes.
the warmth then moves to my head
to cloud my judgment,
heighten my thoughts,
and dull the reasons why i don’t think about them.
the warmth then envelops me,
heats the tips of my ears,
then whispers into them,
and tells me i’m invincible,
and so i am.
but eventually the warmth dissipates,
the toes uncurl,
clarity returns with a friend,
the pounding in my brain,
and i’m left with the cold,
and just how invincible
i am not.

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