{"sf1_id":1180703,"sf2_id":"rnaxpRBm","title":"Bottle Bottle","author":"charles_they","words":191,"posted_at":"2017-05-15T22:50:13.000Z","tags":["Abuse","Clean","Domestic Abuse","No Yiff","Poem","Poetry","narrative"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1180703-bottle-bottle","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rnaxpRBm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/08/45/0845a11f-2218-49a5-a4b1-647e6ea48af4","description":"An unrhymed narrative on the gravity of abusive relationships.","content":"### Bottle Bottle\n\nI met her first inside the bar.\n\nA taller glass of somethin' else\n\nthe poshest bottle bottle there\n\nreal cool, but with a kickin' bite\n\nand Hell, it went down pretty smooth\n\na single sip was all it took\n\na taste to make my muzzle lock\u0026nbsp;\n\naround the bottle bottle neck\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; you can't just stop at one.\n\nI met her first outside the church.\n\nThe chase disguised the aftertaste\n\n'cause bitter bottle bottle's suck\n\nlike muzzles onto lemon bits\n\nand Hell, the chase ran out today\n\nit kept a lid on top of things\n\nit should still work without the salt\n\nso bottle bottle bottom's up\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; you can't just call a cab.\n\nI met her first beside the stairs.\n\nIt's blurry now, just like the base\n\na clouded bottle bottle left\n\nit's callin' me at three o'clock\n\nand Hell, my paws still got the shakes\n\nmy head's still spinnin' from the punch\n\nmy teeth'll never be the same\n\nbut half a bottle bottle left\n\n\u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; \u0026nbsp; you can't just pour it out.","series":{"name":"Poetry Postings","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1178108-the-grin-in-the-window.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1182128-mother-bear.json"}}