We met three years ago through a mutual friend and there was an instant chemistry there. We were inseparable. Then I moved in and things slowly began to change.

He drank at night. Not a lot, but enough to catch a buzz. I didn’t mind at first because we were young and in love. Then the drinking started earlier in the day and lasted all night.

It became a bottle a night of whisky and I was devastated. Felt lost and so alone. The drink to us was toxic, and an addiction he couldn’t break. Until it ultimately broke him.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – toxic

Round One

In this corner
the defendant
weighing down my life
is depression
In the other corner
the opponent
bouncing around
is anxiety
Hitting below the belt is fine,
use every trick in the book
Now come out fighting
trying to take control
of this shell of a body

This daily struggle
goes on in my head
and I just wait to see
who will have superiority
and how bad my day will be
or if both will cause a TKO
and in bed I am meant to stay


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – opponent