Sitting at the bar
Drinking her pain away
She looks though the glass
Half full of vodka
And wishes she could get up
Move on
Holding the glass to her head
Pounding from the heat
She unfocused her eyes
As she looks through the now half empty glass
There is no turning back
The ice is about to melt completely
She has waited to long
To turn back now
She cocks her intoxicated head back
And gulps the last of her worries
Down in one swig
And she is out like a light
Crumpled on the floor next to the bar
The glass smashes against the cold wood floor
She is lying in the pieces of glass
It is amazing how peaceful she is
For the first time in a long time
She doesn’t care if people look
Or cast stares or show disapproval
That is her way
To wash all her troubles away
And she did

 
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