Often used as a metaphor for life- Is it half full?
Is it half empty?
No one ever asks ‘What’s in it?’
We just assume to assuage our fears that the aperitif that is present may not be pleasant.
So I ask- What’s your choice of poison?
Does it burn as it goes down?
Or does it mellow you out? Molding you into the immaterial?
My drink is literal poison, tearing down inhibitions;
Then eventually tearing away at vital organs.
1 shot becomes 2, two become twenty-
Until i’m a mass of what could have been great.
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