Liquor in my veins
Devil in my head
His body against mine
Can't remember his name
I'm filthy
But I just don't care
On the ground
There's only me and him
Passion has control
He tastes of smoke and alcohol
From the empty bottles that surround us
I know I taste the same
We are only
Hands and
Tongues and
Lips and
Legs
Entangled
Each seeking to fill a void in our soul
I know
Mine will always be empty
-alice
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Wonderland
PoetryShe wanders, lost in wonder. She falls in and falls out. Loses days and nights and friends. Bottles. Ashes. Echoes of laughter left in her wake. She is no one, without even a capital letter to her name. She is alice.
