Female Alcoholic
Female alcoholic
On my evening walk, in my town, I ambled
past a bar and heard a familiar laughter;
there she was in full flow surrounded by
men who plied her with drinks thinking she
was easy. Heavy make- up to hide ravages
of years and abuse . In the bar´s dim light
she looked almost young and eye-catching.
None of the men had seen her as I had seen
her in the morning, mascara running, tears
shakes, begging for a drink to stop tremors.
Promises to stop drinking tomorrow when
things became settled… always tomorrow
When she saw me, got up and waved I ran
like a fugitive on slippery stones, a coward,
yes, but living with an alcoholic…impossible.
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