The Drunk by Neila Mezynski
She planned her days around it. The bottle. Drooling at 3:00 P.M, sweating. Wrap it up. Get home, safe house. Inside. Lovely door so closed. There it is sweetly waiting. Uncork. Swig. Aah.
The nights planned themselves.
Neila Mezynski has fiction and poetry published on Snow Monkey Journal, Elimae, Word Riot, Kill Author, Northville Review, Mud Luscious, The Scrambler among many others.
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