I Sing
My veins sang with panic.
the smell of something fermenting in the store across the street sang in my nostrils.
The sound I could imagine as the stale foam crossed my lips and sank in my throat sang in my ears.
The sight of what I used to be, drunk, cruel, sang behind my eyelids, and the black turned to red as the blood rushed to my head.
My veins sang with panic.
the smell of something fermenting in the store across the street sang in my nostrils.
The sound I could imagine as the stale foam crossed my lips and sank in my throat sang in my ears.
The sight of what I used to be, drunk, cruel, sang behind my eyelids, and the black turned to red as the blood rushed to my head.
