It’s nothing deep, hugging my bottle I mean
Like when I hugged my teddy bear when I was a teen.
It gives me comfort
As my eyes shut out the hurt
That plays over and over again
Not sparing me the pain.
Though I don’t really want a drink
Since it’s here, before I even think
I take a swig
Now I’m a pig
Soaking up every drop
Just like a mop.
Oh look!
Now it’s done.
About the Creator
Jhaika
A writer who wants to share outlooks influenced by vivid and nuanced details of life.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Great job ❤️‼️
Oh that's a cute Teddy. I appreciate your way with words. Love it. Waiting to see your next work 😄