Oh mommy,
you’re a sloppy drunk; the worst of the bunch.
While we “tolerate” your method to “cope”
you blame all life’s problems on everything else, besides the truth.
Those lies pour out with vodka reeking breath. “I haven’t had anything to drink”,
you wobble
and “promise”.
An eighteen year old girl should not have to check to see if her mother is still breathing,
that that body lifeless on the floor still has a heart beat.
Afraid, she is, (they all are) to say anything.
-pour the liquid down the sink-
Too late; she bought more, swallowed, and repeats.
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