Empty Bottles & Alcoholism


Sick of the self-inflicted.
Sick.

Can’t even cry.
                 Supposed to

not give a shit;
be a man;
stomach it all.

Throwing up gives me fashion.
Panic, attack, I’ve

                                      no way
to handle you.

Proper drugs do.

With a gimlet we find our hells.
With a gimlet

feel too much; self-ruin;
necessary reals.

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