Inebriated
- Mahogany Smiles

- Nov 12, 2025
- 1 min read
The grass is deceased and frozen,
My organs are getting older,
Socially eroding,
I sip,
On rare occasions,
Feel nothing,
Common illusion,
Vodka and high-fructose corn syrup,
Warms my throat how his body use to,
Caresses my chest,
A sickening kind of pleasure,
No liquor could ever measure up to love, Intoxicated on laughter and hugs,
7 months after the tragedy of ending us, I'm never drunk,
Just tipping on everything,
Buzzed enough to skip passed our songs,
Tipsy and moving on.


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