POEM — The Spirits Become Her

Delicate wine stem held in her fragile hand

She takes a drink

And then another

Alcohol soon taking hold

Transforming worries into memories

Problems into potential

For inexcusable behaviour

Had she not otherwise

Been drunk on her ass

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Carly Zee is fond of the finer things in life — good chocolate, great wine, and even better erotica. She tries her hand at many things and really gets around. You can find her around Twisted Sister or over at https://carlyzee.wordpress.com/