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A Shot Glass Reflection
Memories dwell within low spirits over- whelmed by suppressed feelings and unspoken thoughts that accumulate into a small ounce poison juice. My father craved it, My mother hates it, My older brother became lost in it. I for one nor hate, craved, or felt lost, I followed the smell and it lured me with its delicate scent and harmless manner. a sip of its warm flavor coated my drained throat, the taste is somewhat bittersweet, but its flames bursts as it hits my stomach, its fragrance strengthens its resolve causing my head to spin in illusive traction, my body burns to a hundred degrees, the intensity latches onto my lungs like a bloodsucking parasite rejuvenating what's left. While gasping for air, I lose consciousness, blurred vision, echoes strum against the walls, I fall barely holding on, while whispers travel along my ears, as its voice ascends slowly, I catch a glimpse at the shot glass filled with barrenness, a once detailed portrait is now the remains of a youthful shadow.
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