~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to graphic language, substance abuse, suicidal ideation and...

~ For the longest time, I would wonder why, on the mere cusp of 17, I began to drink. I'd always assumed it was because I was so sad. But...

~ Drink away the merciless cruelties of your reality. Happy shots all around (for a remarkably sad girl). “But you can’t kill your...

~ Sometimes, I imagine I'm some mourning starlet who sings Lana Del Rey at the club every Saturday night. A honeyed halo of stage light...

~ V. Ethereal Maybe being drunk is the closest I will ever get to zero gravity-- to walking on the moon. My fingers curled around the...