Blocking Bad With Bubbles Poem by Ashleigh Wiggins

Blocking bad thoughts with bubbles;
I keep sipping on my flute,
Drowning in my future.

I'll keep buying up the bottles;
Throwing back the shots,
Until I don't recognize those voices.

Waterboarded by a flask;
Burning replacing longing,
Let me drown for a moment.

Alcohols got ahold of my mind..my soul;
I'll keep picking up the cans,
Feeling not so alone.

Let me swallow a pint;
Don't let me stop to pine,
He never wanted to be mine.

My eyes are filled with gin;
Glass of tears to the brim,
Cheers, to being single.

The drinks are held by my bladder;
I'm not even held by the void,
To you..was I nothing but a toy?

One too many times;
I was bucked off my high horse,
Let me trade for the rocks at the bottom.

Flooding my lungs with those bubbles;
I keep slipping down deeper,
Drowning in all the lifetimes,
That just could have been.