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intoxication never even crossed your mind
when you were thirteen, but there you were:

seventeen years of age,

shooting every possible substance you could

and mumbling nonchalantly

into every mouth you found.

those eyes. you knew them - they

stared at you, at every party, after

every next sip of drink. you knew they

looked, you knew because you felt the buzz of it

and god knows you always felt your highest

when they raked over you, autumn,

hazel, pierce through a couple doors,

a couple walls, a couple months.

the same strings of words cascade from between

your lips every time you open them but

it's because you lock your surreptitiousness

far deep down in the back of your

throat, let the alcohol numb you (dumb you) down -

down.

you fall through the back door

and laugh at the stars.