Message from your bottle

vodka, i’m that mistresswho stole your nights and days.one big bluras benders consumed days then weeks.living sloshedunaware of the wake of pain, unaware of the verbal abuse,unaware she was carrying your burdensas she struggled herself to breathe.she trudged along with hopebelieving for a better tomorrow,but with coursing, unresolved feelingspulsing through her veins.for a time, you…… Continue reading Message from your bottle

Declaration

my spirit was drying upwithering under these concernsof an enemy that we can’t seean enemy that doesn’t seem to bethat dangerous to mesince the majorityare recovering just fineit’s been eleven days, that’stwo hundred and sixty-four hourssince NYC started going darkand i’m left craving human touchfor i’m new in this city and nowisolated by 6-feet of…… Continue reading Declaration

WP: Morning Habits

VIGNETTELooking down at my fingertips, I notice them black, smudged by the paper. It’s part of my habit. Coffee brewed at 6:30 am every morning for the past twenty years. An English muffin topped with sweet marmalade and three slices of jalapeño. And a single fried egg with bacon. Always with bacon. Some people call…… Continue reading WP: Morning Habits