She Drinks Like It's Going Out of Fashion

She buys the bottles like its going out of fashion
Clear yet so inviting. Like the time she threw her guts up in the alleyway
It still feels like the first time
She took the poison to her lips
It gave her more of a rush, then any boy's kiss
and she couldnt resist
Another glass of bliss.

As the nights grew longer, the bottles got lighter
More and more got smashed.
Smashed.
Emptier.



Just like her.
Empty.
Empty.
Empty.