Abusers

Faking the rush, 

checking my pupils, 

in your bathroom mirror and 

you follow me. 

Still haunts me today, 

episode twenty three. 

I never belonged to the people 

that bought me alcohol, 

I belonged to the bottle. 

Rigid in her ways, 

of snowballs and dominoes 

she waits for the end- 

already high enough.