#alcoholism
Once upon a midnight bleary, while I wished my mom weren't near me, Over complaint of spilt volumes of whiskey outlining the kitchen floor — While I cringed, near almost retching, suddenly there came a wretching, As of some one heft tit and heave-stretching, stretching at my chamber door. "'Tis my drunkenly mother," I bemoaned, "stumbling at my chamber door— Six shots deep and wanting more." https://i.imgur.com/iWCiJMi.png @thatGamerrrgrl #Horror #ShortStory #Alcoholism #Chronic #Liver #Failure
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