By Mad Rhetoric

a familiar amber fire split the horizon in half,
warmth pressed through the window,
Out of the bottle, the acrid scent of alcohol reminiscent of burning flesh
31 years ago, the bleach scent hung in the air
the old familiar sting as he drank,
How he missed her,
Pale, fleeting, drowning in his solution,
In his small celebration he cuts out the world,
the ghost’s pale eyes stare somewhere beyond the faucet,
they believed in the cure,
to close the scar her faith faded in the sunset
Down beyond the crest of the horizon,
The darkness swallowed the light

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