Shattered Wine *⚠️trigger warning ⚠️*

Glass

against asphalt

screamed louder

than my lungs

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Bottles

furiously flung

from my fists

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Red wine

radiating

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Sizzling

in the flames

of my anger

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“This is the reason

why you’re like this!”

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Destroying

the ammunition

for the alcoholic

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Boiling

from her blatant

disregard for her

teetering teenage

daughter’s cry

for help

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As her youthful

wrists bled

her mother’s aged

furrows growled

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I called her out

for molding her like this

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I cried thunderstorms and fire,

“Don’t shame her

for hurting herself!"

“She needs help.”

“Don’t you remember

who taught her how to do this?”

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Earthquake cracks

in her image

made her ego erupt

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She flipped the script

twice that night

to save her own hide

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A camera flash in time

and things got even worse

than I could describe

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A suicide cry from

my little sister

turned into

fresh bruises

a yelling match

and

processing flashbacks

of even darker times

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A pile of

shattered bottles

turned into

over an hour-long drive

in the back of a police car

to the nearest mental institution

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The grotesque mother

left her bleeding child

alone to die

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While she followed

the black sheep

locked in cuffs

to surveil everything

and make sure she

kept her lips sealed

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Her image

was more important

than anything

Even if it meant

institutionalizing

or leaving

her daughters

to die

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These are the reasons

why I hated court ordered visits

Life was peaceful back home

My life absent of this wicked witch

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It was a long night

that bled into dawn

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My evaluation finished

The evaluator let me go

By then the police had vanished

and I freely walked out the door

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only to be met

by my prison warden

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The LMFT mother

evaluated the evaluator

demanding they keep me

locked up in the loony bin

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“We can’t do that.”

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“That’s ridiculous!”

“She’s crazy!”

“Did she tell you what she did!?”

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“Yes,

but we can’t keep her

because she’s not crazy.”

“She’s just angry.”

and rightfully so

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The mother

made a scene

demanding

they reevaluate

their decision

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“Look, she’s been here for hours,

and she doesn’t belong in a place like this.”

“Don’t you think that’s punishment enough?”

“If you really want us to keep her here

I have to question your own sanity.”

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The mother’s

image and ego

shattered

like her precious

wine bottles

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Glass fragments

and red

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As soon as she was done

melting the evaluator

with her words

I hitched a ride back

with my prison warden

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I tuned out

the demonic screams

the whole ride back

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The only thing on my mind

the entire night

bleeding to dawn

was my baby sister’s

ghostly white face

and red river arms

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I tried to protect her

I tried to stand up for her

and it all just backfired

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I prayed to god

that she was still alive