Whiskey was the medication used to dull pain When the bottle didn't provide answers He shared his agony an attempt to dissipate his misery Punishment for those whose pain was not the same as his The spread of agony simply resulted in unseen scars Whiskey Scars The world couldn't see my sharing the lie Copyright (C) 2023 Penny Wilson
I was never able to hold my breath long enough to avoid the stench of you. Your slurred, dribbling nonsense turned my stomach. It was a game you enjoyed. You would watch my face to see how long it took before I became repulsed.
In your eyes it was fun; harmless.
I would watch the anger wash over you as the booze took you away. You were body-snatched, replaced by a monster. The monster hated anyone in it’s path. But the hatred was for itself most of all. The hate engulfed all and rage was the only outlet.