Gut Rot Princess

Dry and Disorderly
1 min readMay 16, 2020


Photo by Henry Be on Unsplash

A love letter…

Slave to the firewater, my Gut Rot Princess

Night after night

With perfect precision

Your scars are stains on my troubled mind

I swallow your madness

Yearn to be your blackbird

Your servant, I’m red and yellow

My muse, I exist in your shadow

I’m reptilian, you my deity

Just a trench for unbidden convictions

A sponge to your dirty indecency

The language I spew

You’re gone

Now, lost in a land unknown

You’re the bile I taste, hair loss, the perfume, the cock and bull and vertigo

The bloodbath each eve from which you feast

Ethanol dreams

Can’t deny what’s between us,

My Gut Rot Princess



Dry and Disorderly

Addiction Recovery Advocate. Juice Enthusiast & Self-Improvement Junkie. Morkie Mother. Creator of