being this drunk and hungry takes me to the slippery years of my youth
to the fallen-in ankles stumbling on the ice years of lovelorn
arms out slow spins in the rain freedom
cigarettes on rooftops terror
bottles of wine under my twin bed lonely
to all the things i never thought i would make it to
to all the things i prayed to god i wouldn’t make it to
but i did make it.
and i keep on making it.
every morning I’ve made it
every night I plan how i’ll make it again
this hungry drunk is reminiscent, but it is not mirror
i am not as much terror
i am not as much lonely
i am naked hurricane eye freedom
i am love spread like gold on november
i am me
i am here
i keep going
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well done. greatly enjoyed.
Great job. Love it!