eight months sober
all washed away because of the tugging apathy
satisfying that craving
in a snap. in a quick minute, a blink of an eye
left and right
a shot, a head tilt, a strong whew, exhale
anxiety lifted. everything lifted
it doesn't matter
those first two weeks of hell
the lowest of lows all washed out
all blown away - back to square one
back to zero, back to nothing but highs
scratching at that scab to let that shit bleed
nothing but lonely secrets
i'll keep it to myself
i've been doing pretty good so far
why stop now?
10-2014
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