Recovery Poetry

Beautiful Friend


Giddy, Excited, Flushed
I am going
To pickup my friend
She waits patiently
On a shelf
I drive on
Manic thrills
Chasing down my spine
I’ve held off
Two days now
Waiting seems excruciating
Ahh…. There she sits
Pretty in her
Sleek sexy label
Buy her little sister also
With the screw off top
Drink them one, two, three
On the twelve-minute drive home
Feel the acrid burning
Rush across my mouth
Spilling into my belly
Up the stairs
Pop the cork
My elegant wine glass
Full to the brim
I gulp her down
More and more
Haze and dullness
Converge
I am alone
Content
Peaceful