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Image for the poem Vodka is my preference too, Daddy.

Vodka is my preference too, Daddy.

I still remember it like it was yesterday, Dad
The cloudy skies threatening to cry
And the chilly breeze rustling the papers
On the kitchen table
From the open windows
I sat at that table as you came in
Every so often to refill your glass
With orange juice and vodka
More juice at first,
But with each trip to the cupboard
The ratio changed until your glass was full
Of nothing but liquid fire
Until that liter was gone
Your eyes becoming emptier
Each time
I knew it was going to get bad, Daddy
So I left for a while
But when I came back
To sit at the table
The kitchen window was gone
Glass shattered and scattered
About the floor
Scarlet pain was smeared on the wall
And drops of your crimson regret
Were everywhere
You were gone
Nowhere to be found
The only thing left behind
Was a note
Covered in
bloody finger prints,
Liquor,
And tears
that said


"I'm sorry"
Written by Skyla_Schizo (Skyfoxi)
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