Liquid Warmth

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 01, 2017

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Another sip.

Another glass.

The glow of the candles reflects on the walls in front of me.

Momentarily, the bottle will be empty.

Comfort and ease will slip into my body;

Emerging from my core, spreading to my extremities.

The warmth that scatters my thoughts.

I’ll laugh as my speech slurs and forget the biting cold, raging outside.

Grimacing when the crisp and cold liquid runs down my throat.

But soon that won’t matter.

The bottle will be empty.

Purposeless, it will sit on my table collecting water drops.

Will it let me forget how hollow I feel?

If only for a while, let me be full of this false warmth.

Let me believe that this is real.

Let me forget that I am alone, drinking my night away.

Another sip.

Another glass.

Please keep me warm on this cold night.


© Copyright 2020 Corine Pelletier. All rights reserved.

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