September 23, 2022 / 1 Minute Read

the bottle

She grabbed me.

I was surprised since I was on the top shelf.

The cream of the crop.

Yet she reached for me.

As she set me in her cart, I said a final goodbye to my brothers. 

I was chosen. 

When we got home she wasted no time.

She popped me open immediately.

One gulp, two gulps, three gulps. 

Wow, what a woman! I thought to myself.

Four gulps, five gulps, six gulps.

Hey maybe we should slow down…

She didn’t listen.

Seven, eight. 

I was half empty already.

I think I need a break. I tried to explain.

But no.

She wanted more.

Nine, ten.

I felt weak,

fragile,

lifeless. 

Eleven.

Twelve…

I was on my last drop.

I had never been drunk before, so I didn’t know what to expect next.

All I knew was that the bottles that were taken…

Never came back.

She set me on the counter.

The doorbell rang.

She stumbled across the living room.

It was another guy. 

I watched as they retreated to her bedroom.

An hour passed…

Or maybe it was a year? 

Who knows…

I’m just a bottle. 

She returned for the final sip. 

Thirteen.

I was empty.

She drained me.

I stared into her soulless eyes. 

She was drunk off my energy.

And then…

She dropped me.

My body shattered, against the hardwood floor.

My blood,

my soul,

was gone.

And I was broken.