Ms. Bottle promises downtime, she's half-dressed, vowing juicy solutions to stress. She says, the world is going too fast, isolation and complications punch arms until flattening occurs. She leans in and whispers God has stepped out, voicemails only, claims he doesn't own you, but I'll hold tight tonight. Flicking her hair in a wrist twist, … Continue reading Bottle Woman
When I felt alone, fake comfort would call, Wrapped in a cigar, inside a bottle, Served on a plate, programming through eyes, Never any answers, just ways to lose time without productive thoughts. / I'd say I'm scared and don't trust you care, I'm being immature but oh well I'm very scared, Hope won't stick … Continue reading Blackout Curtain Questions
Bong or needle Pop a pill or five Liquor purchases on payday And no one understands you like they do No one understands you like that line Right after break time At first it was fun Now it must be done Maybe I forgot a stash somewhere Don't even go there I'll just check once … Continue reading “Personal Stash”
I wonder if addiction lingers when focus does not.