Allowing Wine to Speak
Drinking the fermented grape rids me of my stubborn inhibitions.
Can't you imagine a world where our skin touches? Place your lips on mine and pour your poison over me. Drag me from my world of upright lies and reveal my true inner self. Let me love you and fall into the pit of despair that is human nature revealed.
Let me fall into sin and drunkenness.
I'll fall onto the floor and crawl to the toilet in hopes of ridding my body of the toxins I have so liberally allowed myself to drink. Each sip has brought up the vile taste of vomit, but I have choked it down in hopes that life will not go on the same when the sun rises.
Shhh... Listen to the voices.
They are singing to me as if they were looking for me in my dreams.
But they are not there.
I am not there.
Nothing is as I imagined it.
The double vision and drowsiness cloud my mind and keep me from giving in to reality.
You know you can't escape the honest truth. It will find you and bring you before the judge.
I will lose the ability to enjoy life because I sought to destroy the present and alter the future in a bottle of wine. A bottle of wine, so close to being finished. I want to taste it fully and enjoy each drop, but I consume it in my lust, my lust for a dream that comforts me and brings me rest.
What can liquor do for me? All it can do is destroy my liver and keep me from truly loving those around me.
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