Aug 29
I smile as my hands
grace your cheek.
Your skin smooth and
soft.
You smile one of those
Wide and somber smiles.
I wipe the tears off my cheeks.
You look so beautiful in that casket,
If only you weren’t an alcoholic.
grace your cheek.
Your skin smooth and
soft.
You smile one of those
Wide and somber smiles.
I wipe the tears off my cheeks.
You look so beautiful in that casket,
If only you weren’t an alcoholic.
the title is alcoholism spelled backwards, a play on the word as alcohol is what makes you drunk, causing you to slur your words.
