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