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.
Aug 29, 2024
Aug 29, 2024 at 3:30 PM UTC
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.
the title is alcoholism spelled backwards, a play on the word as alcohol is what makes you drunk, causing you to slur your words.