she drinks to sleep
she drinks because the bottle
makes a good protagonist
she drinks anything
naked before the mirror
exposed bones and jagged cheeks
her back says fuck me
her eyes wide do not concur
she drinks in the morning
she drinks to her sins
while trying to avoid them
every bottle a totem
she drinks promises
scorns soft landings with sharp slurs
counts men like sheep while sleepless
she drank her dream's blood
like vodka she thought tasteless
uninspired still thirsty
she drank daylight's bones
looking to lose a night's chill
until liquored up morning
she passes out cold
quiet and without warning
she drank life in sips like gulps
swallowed as a bride
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