Spoiler
This the second part in a series.
Part One
Part Three
Part Four
All parts are meant to be in the same voice, but not necessarily chronological.
Part One
Part Three
Part Four
All parts are meant to be in the same voice, but not necessarily chronological.
When I was little,
you told me I was all snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
Now you just tell me I'm hormones and fucking and conquest.
Problem is, when she's curled up on my lap and I'm watching her hair flutter with each exhale,
bedsheets couldn't be further from my mind.
Last night I passed out on the bathroom floor,
and when I woke she was watching me from the corner.
She usually cries when I drink, but today she didn't;
she just stared at me with one flushed lip tucked between her teeth.
I'll never touch a bottle again.
You could say that the hole the vodka burned in my memory would've been enough to make me quit anyways.
You could be right, but I don't think so.
Dad, you were wrong the entire time;
she's more than the flap of a skirt, and I've never had a tail.
You see, I stare into the mirror every night
to decide whether I want to wake up in the morning.
My breath inevitably erases the human staring back at me,
and in that moment when there's nothing left but a choice,
it's not your voice that tells me it's worth it—it's hers.
