What's your poison


              Back when I was 16, I sw thrown whisky bottles put scars on my mother's face. She pranced around the rim of the bottle with unspoken dreams. I didn't want her to be lonely, So we pranced together. Captain Morgan wasn't incontrol of this ship. You see, he sailed through my family like water. Tarnishing the bodies and souls of every person in my family with problems. I guess you can say he consumed the whole family reunion, but he didn't sail alone. His brother Jack Daniel & lover Brandy flowed through the veins of my ancestors So it was genetically bound to me. I danced to the beat of the devils heart, because at night that is the only sound near me. The only sound that has stuck around with me. I call it my security blanket.              

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