When I began tipping the bottle back, it was intended to numb the pain, the pleasure. I don’t normally drink, but tonight I wanted the whole bottle. I didn’t even bother with a glass. Straight bourbon to still torrential emotions. Halfway through I wept. I don’t remember when the sobs turned to laughter, but it didn’t last long.
Now, the bottle is empty and I cannot remember why I needed it in the first place. I cannot even remember what I look like. I tried looking in the mirror, but I must have broken it. That explains all the blood.
This post was written based upon this week's 100 word prompt (pleasure) from velvet verbosity.
Intense!
ReplyDeleteThis blew me away. Just...wow. Talk about painting a vivid picture, jaek.
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting my blog. And welcome to 100 words! Posts like this are the reason why it's so much fun. :)
Great job! I can feel the pain and the emotions. Thank you for writing this.
ReplyDeleteWow! Painful to read.
ReplyDeleteI really like the rollercoaster ride. Well done.
ReplyDeleteVery organic. Succinct without glossing over the truth - well done.
ReplyDeleteWHOA...... very nice job!
ReplyDeleteWow! This is an amazing piece. Harsh and somehow sad at the same time.
ReplyDeleteagreed - very intense. I like it!
ReplyDeleteSometimes, I suppose it's hard to remember that the cons of alcohol usually outweigh the pros.
Raw. I see sour sweat and 3 day growth, red rimmed eyes, and the scent of hard liquor filtered through the pores of skin.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the challenge!