dousing the grief

When you cannot speak of your grief, douse it with a drink.

Hello, best friend of misery – the vodka sits beside the keyboard, worn of its face…
Hello, unspoken words – how did you become pictures that depicted the story of a past?

Just one more swipe of that …

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8 thoughts on “dousing the grief

    • What a pleasant surprise to hear from you here! Coffee for now, drinks next! Now that I re-look at this, I’m quite sure the alcohol did the talking and I stopped it from completing it’s soliloquy…

      • Like you, I don’t always comment, but I feel your words. At times they touch in a way that makes me respond, whether from laughter or concern.

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