This is one from my personal journal (Sage Francis reference 👀 IT UP) collection. I’m not exactly sure when I started writing this one, but know I finished during a time of sobriety. I was the drinker who hid every single plastic pint bottle and shooter in any and every random spot that was convenient. There are even days when I come across a stash of shooters that I never even knew were there, empty of course. This poem reflects the guilt, shame, and fear from knowing they are hidden everywhere, sometimes from my own memory. Yet, like the dead body that moves Edgar Allen Poe’s antagonist in the Tell Tale Heart to madness, so did those bottles. Those bottles remained hidden until I was ready to face my demons. Also a big shout out to Aaron Mahnke and his Lore podcast. My absolute favorite podcast and the one that in inspired me to give it a go. Aaron is one of the great storytellers of our generation, so check him out and subscribe! Episode 10: Steam and Gas explores the devious nature of the serial killer H. H. Holmes. Check out the podcast here http://www.lorepodcast.com. Thank you for being a part of my recovery 🤙🏽