alcohol: a short story
"Look at you" he yelled while pointing at my drunken state. "You drink your sorrows away, why?"
I stared at him with dull eyes. He had no idea what it was like. He always was the one to save others, and yet he chose to save me.
"I drink because I choose to drown my livers in the substance some people use to forget. I, on the other hand, drink to drink because sometimes women like me need a good whiskey on a Friday night." I replied while taking another shot of alcohol.
He stared at me then let out a sigh. He then helped me down from my chair and put his jacket over my shoulders.
"What will you do without me?" He said.
"Drink." I replied.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoesíaMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
