And as the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand, i realize the grape flavored goop that just filled my esophagus is not leaving.
And the bitter cough medicine lingers in my throat like the night after breath.
I am thrown completely off balance and the only reaction i can manage is an epileptic fit of my mouth. squeezing and pursing my lips as if it will make it any better.
To make matters worse the fermented flavor reminds me of vodka and i am forced to relive nights even my diary doesn't know about. Until alas it is gone..
and i can breathe.
