I sometimes get the urge to drink.
not to be drunk or for the fun of it, though.
I want to feel the heat.
I want it to burn the back of my throat.
I want to take that last gulp
and stare down the neck
only to find what i knew would be there.
nothing.
The great disappointment
of allowing yet another infamous bottle
take over my head and heart;
What little I have left.
