The vodka bottle sits on the dresser
The setting sun reflects off the smooth glass,
creating a prism of rainbow light.
It could almost be beautiful,
almost be perfect, if you don't stare too hard.
don't get to close.
No one would ever know
that the stale smell of liqour sat so thick
it seemed to seep through the paint in the walls.
No one would ever know that empty bottles
happened often around here,
as if they grew from the weeds in the yard.
And no one would ever know
how often those lips kissed those bottles
in a romance all their own...
She sits on her bed,
The setting sun reflects off her smooth cheeks,
making her skin glow abnormally warm.
She could almost be beautiful, almost be perfect,