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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"
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"
Published 31st Dec 2014
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31st Dec 2014 11:26am
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31st Dec 2014 11:55am
31st Dec 2014 1:22pm
31st Dec 2014 1:47pm
Power-packed, to be sure. Prose, or poetry, though? The lines blur sometimes.
Anyways, thanks for sharing.
Anyways, thanks for sharing.
31st Dec 2014 5:31pm
Harsh reality for far too many a kindred soul.
Khy, you write realism with exceptional quality.
I applaud your abilities.
Khy, you write realism with exceptional quality.
I applaud your abilities.
31st Dec 2014 11:23pm
It's a bit of both. Thank you all for the lovely comments. It means quite a deal to me. This is one of my saddest memories. The one that tore my family apart. Thanks for showing love💜.
-Khy
-Khy
5th Jan 2015 10:10pm
Thanks for sharing the heart wrenching write.. this goes in my list.. such a powerful write..
Dave
Dave
