She raises the glass to her lips,
The sweet floral aroma floods her nostrils,
And she takes a sip.
Alcohol is the elixir of her life.
Sometimes it burns,
And other times, it feels like a fresh wave of relief,
She’s mesmerized by the feeling,
And needs more.
She pops the bottle,
Fizz rises to the surface,
And the pink liquid cascades into her glass.
She needs something more powerful,
The cap snaps,
It smells of pineapples,
But it burns going down,
Liquid courage streams throughout her body,
Confidence rushes to the surface,