the thoughts swirl around in me like the vodka does in my stomach
burning and burning as they work their way up my throat instead of down
because nothing will choke you up more than your own thoughts, not even the vodka I downed just two minutes earlier in hopes of forgetting what it felt like for you to have ever touched my paper thin skin
no matter how many times I pick at the skin around my fingernails I can't forget the way it felt to see her run her fingers through your hair and hear that stupid fucking laugh of hers that once used to be my favorite sound
but friends stab you in the back and they'll smile as they do it too
