I wonder about her
empty brown bottles, dirty wine glasses
that reach her height high above happiness.
the drug of choice,
merlot, bud, or her own self-worth she sips
and gulps until she hits her low.
Her body lies in soaking pearl carpet
one hand stretched, the other
the drug of choice.
Eyes glazed and blood filled to the rim as
depressants stream through her vitals.
Kaitlyn Pratt is in the process of obtaining a Creative Writing Bachelor’s degree from San Jose State University. She writes what she sees and what she feels. She lives in San Jose, CA and enjoys every second of it.