I feel as thought life is slipping away from me. I try to grasp it but it falls through my fingers like sand. I’m glad I got to touch it, I knew it existed if only for a split second.
By Heather Bee5 years ago in Poets
Bubbles surface to the top of each glass surrounding me. I lick my lips in a longing effort to remember the taste. Each consequence runs through my mind as I role play relapse behind my eyes.
By Heather Bee6 years ago in Poets