Alcohol in my cut It hurts I scream and jump like fire ants have crawled inside me. My mother says to count to ten so I do but the pain is still there. Count to ten again and by the time I reach seven or eight I start to forget like she knew I would. Maybe it will be ten breaths or ten months or ten years but eventually, if I just keep counting, the pain from you will fade away and you will be a tiny scar or a little mark or if I'm lucky, nothing at all. Count to Ten
