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In A Trance- Poem

The hot pungent syrup invading her throat Freedom, courage and losing witts  She couldn’t stay within a pace The warm glow in her chest Feeling fearless With the slight numbing of her brain Dance dance dance It’s when she dances the best Full of lust Full of bliss Taking a […]

Drinking Days

Thursday, March 5th, 2020 My first drink on my own I was in grade six. So eleven or twelve. I was a latch key kid and I went home for lunch and sometimes drank out of my dad’s vodka he had under the kitchen sink. I thought it was god […]