The glass sat there
Already half gone
Two minutes, complete despair.
How am I hereeee
Words slurring out through alcohol soaked lips.
Another drink another bed.
Woken up by the words of those in her head.
Six a.m, can I sneak out to sneak back in?
How did get here?
Stumbling out of bed with the pain lingering in her breath.
Looking up to promise it won't happen again.
Until that night when she drinks and repeats.