Numbing cocktails

Palpitations take over her every step, with the thought of him being there; consuming her mind with a fear so dark and deep.

Engaged in paranoia, she is forced to decline every rational thought that she is thinking.

Tripping in the midst of her panic whilst sitting down – she’s on train tracks not knowing if she’s going to be able to pick herself back up again.

“He will be there… he’s going to take me, I’m going to die all over again,”

Each trip is different without any trends of duration. “When will these demons stop following me, why can’t they leave me alone,”

She cries and screams in frustration, pain, and anger.

A cocktail of emotions is the mixture that is life in hard liquor.

Hanging from ceilings one day to the next is not a life she imagined and now she’s up so high and the laws of what goes up must come back down, are going to come into play.

But of course, she knows that,

living the life that she is forced to live every day.