The Thirst
January 16, 2012
Whiskey
Brandy
Wine
Beer
Vodka
Liqueur
I wrote your name on a napkin, traced those beautiful letters with my gentle finger and felt the hindrance deep and wide a gaping tempting whale mouth swallowing the good in us until we drown in the belly so far down no echo of the dying of this love could ever be heard amid the denial of the lying drink.
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Excellent, Val. It must be so hard to love an alcoholic and be unable to help!
I wrote this for anyone who has had to live with a drunk. A bad scene and such a ridiculous waste of love, life and potential.