Liquids rain from narrowed necks, cascading down my throat.
My vision shakes but my reality is too firm.
I know not what lies around me but I know what has delved into my head.
Thoughts of things that I’d rather forget.
These liquids are my refuge, my secret getaway.
I realize not the consequences but the worries that always fade.
For I am the mother
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