A spined bottles riddles at my being for taking a long sips of vodka every night
I worship the burn they clip inside my esophagus
As they run over my gut to my spine
Felt entitled by the sore on my vocal cords
A steady place of unconsciousness while inhaling my 2nd bottle of aspirin this month
They told me to stop abbreviating my emptiness into a rope knot
How could i do that? I said
I wont sneeze into unconsciousness just because my mind told me too
But recently they become silent, tired of whining over a person who refuse to be cured, they said.
So i painted my hue in red and yellow and stay silent in my momentum
Hesitate my sweat and palpitation a few seconds longer
I do not weep, i do not bite back, but stay where i was
Or curl up in a ball when nobody is watching
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