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Inebriated

  • Writer: Mahogany Smiles
    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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