vodka. yes. vodka

i am the broken piece of furniture, the writings on the wall, the dream you all thought you knew, but never knew at all. 

taken into spaces like a draft into winds like entering a room, almost like ghostly little things.

forget me not, but embrace me within. take me as whole, but penetrate my very skin. into veins, lungs, arteries and hearts. let this blood. let this blood. owh, let this blood.