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It’s bottle after bottle of wine
Without any way to mitigate
The broken heart
And pit in my stomach
It’s multitasking
An inability to drown out the screaming
No matter how many sounds
Surround me
It’s broken glass
From the bottle I couldn’t get open
When I licked it off the floor
In desperation
It’s a failed attempt at self-care
With yoga and candles and warm showers
When all I can feel
Is his arms around me
It’s pitiless loneliness
With a lack as tall as him
Unyielding
All-consuming
It’s pain
Raw, real, and ratchet
Rising
And never falling.
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Basya Penn
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