Bottle Bottle
Story by charles_they on SoFurry
An unrhymed narrative on the gravity of abusive relationships.
Bottle Bottle
I met her first inside the bar.
A taller glass of somethin' else
the poshest bottle bottle there
real cool, but with a kickin' bite
and Hell, it went down pretty smooth
a single sip was all it took
a taste to make my muzzle lock
around the bottle bottle neck
you can't just stop at one.
I met her first outside the church.
The chase disguised the aftertaste
'cause bitter bottle bottle's suck
like muzzles onto lemon bits
and Hell, the chase ran out today
it kept a lid on top of things
it should still work without the salt
so bottle bottle bottom's up
you can't just call a cab.
I met her first beside the stairs.
It's blurry now, just like the base
a clouded bottle bottle left
it's callin' me at three o'clock
and Hell, my paws still got the shakes
my head's still spinnin' from the punch
my teeth'll never be the same
but half a bottle bottle left
you can't just pour it out.