Addicted

The dust in my throat clogs

The swallow of spit as I ache

For a slight reprieve of this thirst

The bottle of vodka stares me down

I imagine the trickle of liquid

The sensational burn of inner

Thirst. Quenched.

Make me feel braver.

Prove that I'm stronger.

Erase this anxious creature

Bring back my better half.

Vodka, please.