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Cabernet

  • Ana Pichardo
  • 4 days ago
  • 1 min read

Red wine intoxicates the gray carpet,

the living room is filled with screaming and tears,

but the red disperses throughout.

I think back to those days—

five in perfect harmony.

The sound of love

would never ignore this red liquid.

Footsteps felt from the floor of my foyer.

The tear hits the ground.

Louder than the wine.

Louder than the lip of the next glass hitting

 my mother’s trembling mouth.

Now, there is a stem in my life.

I indulge in the memory

of a happy family that once kept me warm.

The warmth is missing

keeping my life cold.

But still the wine treads on.

Tainting every bit of the carpet that was once beautiful.


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