Slow burning whiskey tears
outlived hells chortle shouts.
Was then, she finally knew...
The love had fallen out.
She wrapped herself within
the empty blanket lying soft,
welcoming her loneliness,
another whiskey quaffed.
Her skin began to grey,
as eyes swelled into red.
a whiskey numbing cure,
to the pain she could not shed.
With poison in her veins
she cried herself to sleep.
then whiskey had it's way,
forcing those she knew to weep.
