High Hopes

She bathed her shame in colorful bottomless spirits.
Suds spewed from her raspberry chin.
She sank deeper into her tarnished misfortune.
One sip too many, ten drinks gone.
Toxins filled stomach. swirled as she walked away.
Brackish droplets touched the newly bloodstained gashes.
Piercing deeply until effort was forgotten.
She faded fast, slumped there with hope of redemption.
Hope never came through.

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