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Secrets

June 21, 2016
By sbrugh BRONZE, Evansville, Indiana
sbrugh BRONZE, Evansville, Indiana
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His trembling hands clutched the bottle to his chest,
heartbeat echoing through its glass walls like a drum,
an instrument of self-sabotage,
A torturous reminder of an existence which never ceased.
He pressed the cool mouth of it to his own,
exchanging secrets with the pungent liquid inside,
secrets that could only be shared through
the burn of alcohol down his throat and in his veins,
a steady trade of secrets for intoxication,
For the only consequence of confiding his feelings in a bottle,
was to feel nothing at all.


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This piece deals with alcoholism


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