They say there's no such thing as magic
but this bottle knows better:
black label, liquid amber,
sealed with promises
I keep pouring down my throat.
It helps you forget
the sound of breaking glass,
how the silence after
made your chest a haunted house.
It summons ghosts
that wear your father's cologne,
your mother's humming,
the laughter you buried in 2012.
and demons too,
the ones that wear your face
and call you a coward.
It helps you sleep
like you quit breathing,
numbs the bruises before they bloom.
It tastes like kept apologies,
goes down like smooth-edged shame,
and settles into ribs
like it's paying rent
in cracked memories.
It'll have you seeing blue and red -
begging them for clarity.
You'll call it a ritual.
Some will call it a cure.
Lie to yourself and say
"just. one. more."
They say there's no such thing as magic
but this?
Watch
as I drink...
then...
disappear.
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Lover Boy
I'm a passionate writer who loves turning ideas into words. I create engaging, thoughtful content across genres, aiming to inform, inspire, and connect with readers through storytelling and clear expression.
My New Book is Finally Here
My poetry collection Beautiful and Brutal Things is done. It's actually done and finally published over 270 pages. Over a year of my life went into this book. More than a year, really. Long days at my computer, sometimes seven days a week because I couldn't stop even when I probably should have. Then two months of editing that felt harder than the writing itself. But it's finished, and I'm still standing, and the book is real.
By Tim Carmichaela day ago in BookClub
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