Sober Minds

I spend far too much time with vodka coursing through body.  Too much time with thoughts dripping into fabric of alcohol induced worlds.  Held together with sound.  Striking matches, to wonder how my veins would look ignited.  I could become one of these pieces stitched together by countless minds.  Let’s pretend these are constellations, these maps of ruptured blood vessels.  These cuts and bruises.  These broken thoughts.  

I remember the first time I read your words.  In my voice they mean something, and I’d keep it that way if you did not need your own to give them life.  I would return with mine own if I did not fear your safety.  I would tear you limb from limb to know your mind.  I would run in morning no matter what was revealed.  

I would, I would, I would.

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[Avery]

Those words sound beautiful put together. The comparisons especially. Such a nice little piece of writing!