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All I could feel was red, from the trees that had roared like flaming manticores,                                                       to the sky                                      who had bled                                                       its final dawn.. The veins in my head cut sharp corners through my temples, trying to break free from the prison of my mind. Steam emits itself from my ears. The amber tea was ready. Lava erupted from my face and through my head. I felt it ooze                  through my eyes         through my ears Even through the corners of my mouth. My demons stayed dormant no longer. My fist shook holding them, my mouth relentlessly sewn shut.. I bottled them like genies and stored them in a cellar.                                                          Hot-blooded merlot               and Foam-at-the-mouth pinot.
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Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
Stored Battles
All I could feel was red, from the trees that had roared like flaming manticores,                                                       to the sky                                      who had bled                                                       its final dawn.. The veins in my head cut sharp corners through my temples, trying to break free from the prison of my mind. Steam emits itself from my ears. The amber tea was ready. Lava erupted from my face and through my head. I felt it ooze                  through my eyes         through my ears Even through the corners of my mouth. My demons stayed dormant no longer. My fist shook holding them, my mouth relentlessly sewn shut.. I bottled them like genies and stored them in a cellar.                                                          Hot-blooded merlot               and Foam-at-the-mouth pinot.
#anger#tension#stress#drinking#pride#dignity#regret
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JonnieJay49
22/M/Seattle, WA
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 10:51 AM UTC
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