My dad drank too much.
He shot bourbon at bars
and barbed insults at home.
The anger brewed inside him,
a biting mash of memories
aging in rows of barrels
running from breast to bowel,
pickling his insides as he
forced us each to drink
the poison of his past.
--
April PAD Day 8 - peaceful or violent
Tuesday, April 8, 2014
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