By the Bottle
raspberry vodka replaces
the tightness in my chest
with trickles of numbness
that melt away the heartache
the room spins as the roar of
friends’ laughter grows
louder with every sip; my balance
is stolen from me by my glass
the shadows of doubt and pain
are drowned by the blaring music
the room spinning in a whirl
of mirth; spiraling into destruction
the empty bottle laughs in
my face; my eyes roll round and
round until they catch a glimpse
of my life, now useless and wasted
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