Alcohol artillery

It was a slow capture
The bottle top was snapped and the urine colored fluid immersed
It trickled onto the counter and was left to toughen
The smell is what lingered, each day getting belligerent and hostile
The taste for it increased but the consumption stayed consistent
It snuck in the fridge, the family room, the bedroom and even the kid’s room
It decided it liked this place and marked its territory
It prevented motivation and success, kept positive thoughts captive
It showed up transformed and multiplied, in a sliver can
It opened fire and sprayed throughout the house
It was here to stay; it wanted to infiltrate the inhabitants
It captured one for sure, and in a few years took over full control
It gained access to work, and the car keys
It was caught once but fought hard and was released much too soon
It has been trained, to fight and not accept defeat
It’s brilliant and satisfied with just one, that’s all it needs to destroy the family unit