The Pain

I am three shots deep

If I continue I may forget

There is a pain I hold here

In a place I easily lock away

And I can just as easily find

It makes my excuse for numbness simply justified

I don’t want to forget

Yet I don’t want the to keep the pain

The pain slowly slipping with each drop consumed

Please, I wish not to forget

All I have to remember is the pain

The pain, the pain

The same one taking another shot down

Burning through the throat

It hurts in a good way

The one akin to pleasure

The liquid poured

I didn’t say no

Quietly I drift to sleep

Not remembering the thing I kept locked away

The thing I kept close at hand

It fell down my lips

I didn’t notice it was gone

Elizabeth Almeida ©2021