At the Bottom of the Glass
A glass stands empty
On the counter top
Around it a forest of bottles
All unopened
You sigh
One by one
Alcohol is mixed
With a precision almost scientific
Liquid falls into the glass
An olive is added
A dainty umbrella
You down the drink
In one gulp
Rinse, repeat
Rinse, repeat
The world blurs
To your alcohol blurred mind
Worries cease to matter
Behind too lucid eyes
The bottles stand
Empty
The glass falls
From slack fingers
And smashes on tile
Your foot cuts
Candy red blood spilling from the wound
But it doesn't matter
Because you still don't cry
What monster are you?
That even all the alcohol
In all of paradox space
Cannot shake a tear
For the death of a mother
Who you did
In truth
Love
This is Rose, attempting to cope after her moms death. I don't think this is how canon Rose would act though...
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