your vodka breath reeks as it
curls up to my nostrils,
too close for comfort.
you talk into my pounding eardrums
about love and how to dance
while my stomach lurches.
alcohol is like a loose screw in a swingset -
it's all fun and games until someone dies.
YOU ARE READING
the remains
Poetryspontaneous poetry written while overcoming some of life's many obstacles. ❝i cried tears you'll never see, so fuck you. you can go cry me an ocean and leave me be.❞ ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.1 #125 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015
