The vodka bottle sits open on her dresser
The setting sun reflects off the smooth glass,
Creating a prism of rainbow light.
It could almost be perfect, if you don’t stare too hard,
Don’t look too close.
No one would ever know,
That the stale smell of liquor was always so thick, it seemed to seep through the paint in the
No one would ever know that empty bottles happened often around here,
As if they grew from the weeds in the yard
And no one would ever know
How often her lips kissed those bottles in a
Romance all their own.
My babe sits on her bed
The setting sun reflects off her smooth cheeks
Making her skin glow abnormally warm.
She could almost be beautiful, almost perfect.
If you don’t stare too hard, don’t get too close