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I opened a can of worms.

But really 

they were venomous snakes.

And now their poison 

courses through my veins. 

So to stop the toxins,

I chug a whiskey straight.

Alcohol seeps into my blood.

It becomes part of me,

taking over the pain under my skin.

Now I can't control my body

like I can't control this situation.

I just breathe and hope 

this feeling passes.

Because this is 

the only way I know

to keep my heart from collapsing.

With my emotions numbed,

the tears settle back.

And although my vison is blurred,

somehow my mind is in focus. 

All that felt like 

the end of the world 

a moment ago, falls away. 

Maybe my feelings 

are not the victim here,

but the villian.