calories@consequenses ..

A yummy, fragrant glass of wine
pops up into my busy mind.
Goldfish bowl size, beckoning me
'Come on, Denni. Drink it, Dee'.

Looks real pretty, classy, rich
but demons lurk around that bitch.
It makes me feel depressed next day
lying around, munching my way
through piles of junk food, tired, old.
There's nothing glamorous when it takes hold.

But l took charge of my own head
nothing but trouble in that red.
Smiling, l sip tea instead ..