The Vodka Trap

The Vodka Trap

A Poem by I Am Svetlana

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...

© 2019 I Am Svetlana

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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.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago

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..

Posted 3 Months Ago

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Added on October 24, 2019
Last Updated on October 24, 2019


I Am Svetlana
I Am Svetlana

Madison, WI

"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 27 years old and wo.. more..