Alcohol seeps into her blood
Laughter bubbles inside her chest, finding it's way out her mouth
Words run together
Slowing her speech
Calling up her few friends
"I migghhttt be a liiittle bittt......drunnkk?"
"Oh my god."
Oh, what a beautiful fantasy. A temporary escape. Keeping pain at bay. Isn't it wonderful, the oasis for the broken?
Pour it in eggnog
Pour it in sprite
Pour it with nobody looking
She's not been caught
Even after emptying the sourpuss on the shelf and slurring her words, disoriented the next day
She depends on it more and more.
Mixing it into more drinks.
All to forget.
She doesn't forget after a while
The liquor still cushions her.
Helps like a friend
She falls deeper
Her face falls
Bottle drops
Shattered glass and green liquid around bare feet, her toes wiggling to nothing in particular.
Her hands shake
There's nothing left in the room to break.
"She thinks she's a badass. She's never had a drink in her life."
"And you have?"
"Obviously."
It treats sadness well.
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Poesíahere. Here will be a series of things Tragic Sad Whatever you call it Things Things I haven't shared Finally shared The things I've kept inside
