I Hate the Disease, Not the Man

You did it again

Made me feel

Less than three inches tall

Your allegations

Your venomous words

Only caught you back in the same old lie

You promised

You said so

But it was all empty words again

I fell for it

I was suckered again

And you still got your vodka for the night

But in the end

The lies too much

Drove me away and you to death

The empty bottle

Lays by the bed

As the mortician removed your body


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

(photo from Google images)

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