The scent of gin flows
With every step it grows
More pungent
The bottles flow
They say,
"Why does a trashy bitch drink class like that?"
Class doesn't come from a bottle
She knows too well
A short round of laughs
Insecurities bubble up
Rage flowers in the garden
of Eden tonight
Hidden in her crimson
Grin
She slowly sneaks you in
Her best friend Gin
It's Dr. Jekyll and Mrs. Hyde
They will destroy you
But her heart won't.