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The bottle breaks hell breaks loose The glass shatters I'm the one to lose. The water runs red it escapes my pores. Sweat runs salty against the sores. The smell of bourbon on your breath the taste of iron on your tongue. Grit your teeth, ready to lunge. Rotting your brain the empty fist brings all the pain. One hand bottle, One hand blood One fist clenched other undone. A boy screams only fifteen seen more for his days. Cowering to the hand Blood really is thicker than water