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The vessel for destroying families,
I am here to drown emotions and lead souls that dare touch me
into depression, into a land where those who venture leave changed
and chained,
I sit,
watching the expletives fly that I have caused,
and when they are finally silenced,
I am transported toward the mouth
that damned a spouse a minute before.
I am innocent, a traveler’s gift;
normally I collect dust and not Jack Daniels.
But for men who wish to burn their throats
instead of having to suffer through their burned lives,
I am a demon.
I do not carry water, that baptismal liquid,
nor do I carry wine, that sacred fluid in
the Holy Grail.
For I am here to be used until broken in rage
and a new one becomes me, an endless cycle
just like the one my abusers cannot break.
For I am lonely nights at 3 in the morning,
the dark sky with no stars to glimmer hope,
the only friend of a man who has destroyed all others,
the unwilling ally of the unraveling of worlds.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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