Alcohol stings my throat,

my chest burns

the way it always did with you.

Inhibition slips,

and with it

any thought of shame.

I say too much—

let things out

that should have stayed locked away.

I reach for you again,

like a star

that only burns my hands—

knowing exactly how it ends.

Morning comes

with the same regret,

the same weight.

I fall into it

like I always do—

what once felt like light

pulls me under.

A star

turned black hole,

and I can’t stop myself

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And one by One

her inhibitions

were stripped from her

her Morals faded

as lust consumed her

the fire in her soul

Ignited anew

burning brightly

defying the darkness

First in His Books

I’ve talked about me not being the “cool” girl growing up. I didn’t play sports, wasn’t on the drill team, didn’t even consider trying out for cheerleading because it seemed I had two left feet. I watched a show last Spring called “Beyond the Edge” (sort of like “Survivor”) and celebrities were the “castaways”. Each time they chose their teams for their next challenge, Paulina Porizkova (a…