Apathy in a Bottle

bringing the glass to my lips
cool liquid filling...consuming
swallow quickly
first the burn as it passes my throat
then the dull apathetic warmth
carressing every bit of me
coaxing all thought from me
stripping me of cares
....happiness...
at last i see it's face
or is this just numbness

fuck it

after a while i can't even tell
that there is a difference

pour myself another
less juice...more rum
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