Liquid Happiness in a Bottle

By Zorro

Orange and thick
it runs out of the bottle
like liquid happiness.

It creates a smacking,
popping, crackling muffled sound
as it fills my glass.

I peer down into it, 
the cold fruity smell
vying for the attention of my nose.

Once its dissappeared down my throat
I smile and watch its trail to the 
bottom of the glass.


 
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Zorro

VT

17 years old

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