The Vodka Trap

Smudged red lipstick

and messy hair.

It all seemed to make sense

at the bottom of a vodka bottle.

Becoming a tipsy girl, unchained.

That's what truly stirred my heart.

Through the haze of slurred words,

I started to feel human again.

Falling into the vodka trap

to give the illusion of company.

If only I had never let go...

Reviews

[Paul Bell]

Everything makes sense at the bottom of the bottle.
Well, at least for a time anyway.
It's only reality that spoils the drinking companion of the bottle.

[olla]

yep.. I was a bartender in another life.. seen it too many times.. there are even songs about it.. "help me through the night" alcohol is not a good bed fellow.. and it's no fun to go out with the morning trash..

well done..