Rugs and Alcohol
Bloody patches and puke stains
The bottom of the bottle comes swinging at me so fast
And that sharp odor hits me over the head.
I have to admit (for the millionth time)
It's over for us.
I can't scrub our floor spotless anymore,
And there is no furniture left to cover the ungodly marks.
Get the fuck out.
Stumble It!
3 comments:
That is powerful, Eryn! It borders on shocking.
I agree. Raw and powerful.
The more I look at that photo (after I've clicked on it to view it full size), the more I enjoy it!
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