this alcohol hurts
it numbs my reality out
my eyes are like a river
and my stomach collapses on itself
yet i proceed to eat nothing
not a damn thing
not a damn thing
was i asking for it
what do i do
he touched me
but was i consenting
i don't know what i
feel
was this my fault
or was it his?
help help help help help
i don't know
and i am too drunk to figure it out
—was it consent?
—i
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
