By Tushi L Jamir SS
So, I quavered,
‘I can’t survive alcohol without you…’
And felt my twitching frame squirming for that pungent hydrant. My grieving fingers let go of the glass, shattering it; As she walked out of my unfocused sight.
Never fancied having a crack to stop her,
Stead worked to numb the voices in my head;
Voices that murmured,
‘Honey, I can’t survive you without alcohol’
With another brut peg.
By Tushi L Jamir SS
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