He didn't think it would end everything,
that one shot glass filled to the brink,
but atop the table sat her wedding ring.
And all he could think was: I need another drink.
And he opened the icebox
and pulled out a beer,
thinking, "It's too late to detox,
she already disappeared."
And he sunk down in his chair,
thinking about
turning on the TV to drown out his dispair,
and he blacked out.
And he slept all day and then,
he woke up at night and drank 'til he passed out again.
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The Things We Don't Talk About
Poetry***Trigger Warning: Mental health, mental illness, eating disorders, suicidal ideation, self-harm*** A collection of poems delving into the dark side of the human experience. From high highs to low lows, emotion can be intense. And this collection s...
