"Drink me," the bottle says "let me wrap you in my embrace let me curl up in your veins I’ll quiet the screaming emotions in your head I’ll make it better." The bottle whispers, "Don’t you want to smile again?" "Drink me," the bottle pleads, "we used to be the best of friends and now you’re abandoning me?" "Drink me! Drink me!" it demands but I’ve grown weary of the lying and wondered what kind of life is one coated in constant anesthesia? "Drink me," the bottle says and I decide not to be Alice and to let the sink drain taste this old “friend” instead © Theresa Blackwood, 2021. No part of this site, www.theresablackwood.com, may be reproduced in whole or in part in any manner without the permission of the copyright owner.
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