"Alcoholics Anonymous"A Poem by Erin ElizabethA poem about some of the struggles of alcoholism and the emotions that follow.Copyright © 25 February 2013 by Erin Carkhuff “Alcoholics Anonymous” There are seven plastic bottles In my little stash, you see. The moonshine and the scotch are gone. I’m left with rum and whiskey. They carry me inside of them As if I am their child And let me guzzle their breast milk Until it turns me wild. The sweetest taste I ever took A’top my tickled tongue - That burns my throat and bosom Like my insides have been stung. When I was young, I fit inside a shallow shot glass Like a glove - And Mr. Cuervo was the first person To make me fall in love. He’d tell me not to worry ‘bout The person I’ve become - ‘Cuz his kisses were too tempting And I knew I needed some ‘Till I was numb " And the tingles in my body told me Hun, you don’t need anymore. Baby, you’re done. Family, friends and lovers: Quick to leave when time is up, But abuse is always loyal If you fill another cup - ‘Cuz no one else knew I was faded, Plastered, popped and pixilated. Hiding it is pretty easy When nobody ever see me - Laying, lying, lifted, loaded with my Liquor-loving lullabies; Goofy laughing from my stomach Pain behind my blackened eyes. Sustain the use of substance. Substantial use of judgment. Allow me to remind you My mistake, it is my Justice; Not because it makes it right, But because it Just Is. Do not begin to wonder How the hell you could have missed this: How lovely my extra Bloody Mary-flavored bliss is. You’re arriving late and now You’ll never know what this is. Too late for you to try to understand. You’ll never feel this. Feel me? © 2013 Erin ElizabethFeatured Review
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