An Alcholic's Anecdote

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