MY WOLF

Uncorking another bottle of wine, I grab a handful of painkillers and shove them into my mouth. Lifting the shiraz to my lips, I part them and pour a generous amount of the ruby red liquid down my throat, swallowing the pills whole.

Moving through the kitchen, I open the cabinet and pull out a glass, filling it to the brim with more of the smooth blend, before heading to the living room and sitting on the cream-colored chaise lounge. Picking up the remote, I turn on the television and set my phone on the side table, the power turned off.

Lying back on the plush cushions, feet up, I continue to sip on my drink, draining it until it's empty, the rich, burgundy liquor numbing the ache in my throat.

My lower region is throbbing, my head spinning, and I’m sweating. Struggling to focus on the images on the TV, I pour another glass, downing that one also. I’m so thirsty, so hot, so...