I sip though the night

I'm the bottle of whiskey that you sip through those nights,

Emptying me out,

Leaving me hollow inside.

I'm the bottle of whiskey you leave on your doorstep every night,

While you reminisce and wonder how you could've made it alright..

What was last night about?

I stay deserted alone, outside,

Away from your wild.

I'm the bottle of whiskey who knows the secrets you share at night,

Shattering me when your demons get to you,

‌Forgetting me when your lover wants you to,

I'm the bottle of whiskey that calls you when you're drowning in fright.

Can you light up a cigarette for me tonight?

Dear Reader,

Here's a piece I wrote from the perspective of a Bottle of alcohol.

I tried to step into the shoes of an intoxicated person who thinks the bottle is talking to them. Is this what the bottle would say? Or is it the intoxicated mind making up soothing lies to comfort a hungry mind? The perspective is yours to decide.

- Lakshita Singh ( @Crazyspirituallady)