Quest

The hours burn marks into her brain like cigarettes on the skin, she could feel every single second as it goes. 

Burning in her heart

Like a shot of straight patron

Now she is gone

Where did she go?

Oh right, right in her feelings

Fighting and contemplating her moves 

"This really blows."

Faster she wants to feel something other than the norm

Another shot we go.

A burn in the throat

Not wanting to feel cold 

Close the door and talk

Even though speaking is a sin

Words rawer when the chemicals sit

Where has she been?

Passed out on the bedroom floor.

Feeling like something inside has bent.