Salted words cut with bad intentions, snorted off the childhood coffee table, that held more shot glasses, than black brimming mugs.
****** you up a little, to peer small eyes over the counter, daddy passed out on the kitchen floor.
cigarette stained shirts, and ***** filled mason jars tucked beneath lace and cotton so mommy won't worry, the habit is in your blood.
Didn't even know that daddy liked two lines of blow with his coffee every morning, ****** you up a little, huh?
I'm not one to dwell, but wait, yes I am.
Six years since I last saw your ugly, drunken face that everyone said looked so much like mine 'the spittin image'
Shattered glass on tile floors, from shaky hands after too much Kessler, Pained stomach, Heaving into plastic or metal or porcelain to spill the burdens of a troubled childhood. Might ******* up a little