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Cycle of Alcoholism
I am from the hidden compartment
chill with hard liquor
Unemphasized,
encompassed
by expired entrees
I am from the silence
stalking sounds
of whispered sips
As I sit still and stoic
in my convicted hatred
I am from the twang
of one tin can crashing
into another,
and another,
and another
I am from the glare;
the caring stare
of repressed screams,
of once expressed dreams
of you being better
I am from the unlit room,
soon to be unoccupied,
because I can’t,
can’t be here anymore
Lead me by example
please
I am from glass shards
dyed scarlet,
glued to a grimy floor
forever stained,
forever scattered,
forever cutting
us,
our family
I am from yesterday,
but today
my two sisters
play crazy games,
and our mother hurriedly trails
their tiny hurricane disasters
Unfamiliar,
but not unwelcome
Let’s never lose ourselves
Again
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