Two bottles of beer, empty stomach, and a handful of chips.
Hugged and comforted, yet tears still raced down her cheeks.
The drive home was silent.
The world spun around, she could barely stand.
Crawling upstairs, biting her lips,
Holding back sobs.
Jumped onto bed with regrets—
cursing, crying, and praying,
'Til God cradled her to sleep.
