Pick at your lips anxiously, the way you pick at everything.
Rip skin to the quick, til there’s red fingers pressed against your white teeth.
Wondering why the words she writes are so empty,
that she can’t stop anything from the numbing boredom.
She slams back a shot, with her tears to the back of her throat.
The amber liquid burns across her mouth,
leaving her tongue licking at the wounds like a flame.