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Compartment 114
Compartment 114

Tags : alcoholism

I Love An Alcoholic

I Love An Alcoholic

A Poem by Scarlet Opal


I have been swallowed wholeInto an addict's realmWhere insanity leaks, and trickles downIn constant waves of salty dropletsThat are harsher than the d..
Prison Bars of My Heart

Prison Bars of My Heart

A Story by Nicole Kristen Marino


Drunk women, helpless men.
~ Cinereo

~ Cinereo

A Poem by


~ E.L. Poetry, Moral, Psychology a write about Alcoholism, Being Addicted, A slow self-destructed Killer, How you lose a friend, a real friend... slow..
This Time It's Sealed

This Time It's Sealed

A Poem by Starfruitanimal


In a ruthless way she’s so stuck in her history, And its like, everyday she kind of likes her own misery. Stuffed, In a bottle, Feel..
Floating

Floating

A Story by Luke Oliver


Ex drug addict and alcoholic, Derek tells his story. From the beginning of his addiction, both to cocaine and to Elisabeth. His second half. He tells ..
Jason Bourne

Jason Bourne

A Story by michelfuckyou


More bullshit about drugs
February

February

A Poem by Amy D. Brooks


Chanel number sixteenth, open windows and twisted breeze, Your heat is my opium, feed me please. Flash to foil, lips to straw, Breathing you ..
The Seat

The Seat

A Story by Will


Inspired by the subway of New York City
Mechanical Savior

Mechanical Savior

A Poem by Havefangswilltravel


This I’m speaking to youI’ve not caged any regretMy silence has been jadedBut, I will not keep quietThe chilling voice of the grave whispe..
Sozzle

Sozzle

A Story by M


Just a drabble...
A  Medical Exam

A Medical Exam

A Story by Zvi the Fiddler


Donald Farber, MD, is a specialist in Mesmor therapy. He hates it, even though it's an effective treatment for neurosis. Now, what should he do about ..
When Slow And Gentle... HURTS.

When Slow And Gentle... HURTS.

A Poem by unsavable_soul


This is meant to be a description of a time in my life through my clouded eyes, my depression.
When You Can Come

When You Can Come

A Poem by Chelsea Miller


I am angry.I am angry because you are not here.I am angry because I need youand you cannot comeIt is a fire.It burns more deeply when you approach.It ..