March 9, 2011
They line the shelves in colors
Glinting in the dim light
Beautiful pieces of glass—innocent
On the outside
But inside…
Is a place where the
Adults are the young ones
And the children are old
Where vision is foggy
But so is the pain
Where the drinker becomes consumed
In empty, hollow laughter
And where sin is bittersweet
At the first tempting sip

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