6 Shots of Tequila

Original Poetry

6 shots of tequila.
I’m somewhere between couldn’t be more alive
and on the doorstep of death – with the door wide open.
My mind is blank, quite like the look in my eyes when you desperately shake me conscious.
I’m sorry, you set me alight
but didn’t stay behind to douse the flames
when I burned greater than anticipated.
You never came back
for the ashes.

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