Liquor – a procedural poem

Liquor. In neat tumbler musty smell emits into nostrils, spilling into nose, smelling excellent. Xmas merriment elates lips promised relentless licensed imbibation. Incredible naivity vaccinates consciousness of fear. Re-establishing stability till I ingest extortionate oral acquisition. Call an ambulance. Messy sight. I, involuntarily nauseous, suffocate under novice vomit. Mine. Never vomit more, one notes to oneself. Naughty guilt, lethargic empty memory. My yacking continues.

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