on the floor next to the bed.
I look at her from the doorway
passed out and half naked
from the party
that took place the night before.
Her first rejection of the drink
forgotten and replaced
by the copious amounts of
vodka and whiskey
that she succumbed to.
She didn’t really try and fight.
You can’t fight something
you so desperately want.
She drank
and drank
and drank
some more,
until I told her no more,
and put her to bed.
She didn’t look like that
when I left her there.
Author Bio:
My name is LeeAnn Harbert. I am a 23 year old college student attending Ball State University to attain a degree in English Studies. I have lived in Indiana all of my life, and hope to one day travel to... well everywhere. I feel like this world has so many wonderful and awful things to write about. I have been writing poetry since I was about 7 years old and will continue to do so probably until I die.