Sparkling

relationships

dried up

like rancid

stale vermouth,

linger on, like addiction

a bitter aftertaste

of last night’s indulgence.

lightness in the head

facilitates stepping out

of a conflict zone

I’ve always called home,

and pour out

richness of sorrow

in sparkling glass and verse.

Weekly Writing Challenge #136

(5) Words: | LIGHT | TASTE | DRY | RICH | HOME |