1 Shot
1 shot leads to another
And before you know it
You are 2, 20 shots in
Falling and stumbling
Into his arms
As he slurs obscene words
Into your ears
But instead of running. You giggle.
Not worrying about the monster
That lies beneath
But you don’t care
As this becomes your Saturday night
Every Saturday night
And soon enough your Saturday
Will creep into Sunday
And continue through the week
This is how the beast got her
Alcoholism gripping my best friend
Twisting her into a shell of her former self
Soon fun nights out
Turned into comforting her as she got sick
Weekends with the girls
Turned into agonizing hospital visits
Where she destroyed her liver
And I worried if she would survive the night
Eventually she realized that she was
A hazard to her health
And we got her the help she needed
I started going to AA meetings with her
I cried when she shared the story of her first binge
And celebrated when she told every success story
I thought she was cured
I thought this was the new her
Every AA chip she received was a small victory
A reminder that she conquered the beast
Unfortunately the fight didn’t last long
With her 1 year chip sitting on the coffee table
Surrounded by her old friends of Jose and Jack
She has retreated back into the downward spiral of her destruction
And I wonder if she remembers me
The girl who gave her, her first drink
Copyright © Brittany Larson | Year Posted 2015
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