Coming on suddenly, she had bear claws and puppy-dog eyes.
The mailbox post stood like a frontier tombstone.
Leaving a wet bloody metallic taste after every swig, it led to a vicious cycle- always drinking more to try and erase that flavor.
A heady high, just from trying to keep your balance.
Wobbling like a walrus.
An alliterate illiterate.
One door rusts from beneath.