dad is drunk
on the couch
while
the turkey slowly
burns
the big plans
become
forgotten
at the bottom
of the twelfth
can
i am stoned
in my bedroom
with
the music
way too loud
trying
to drown out
the sounds
of fighting
in the living room
it is
another
wasted thanksgiving
a stroll
down childhood
trauma
the adults
scream
while slayer
sings
only a fool
thought
this year
would be
any different
congealed cranberries
lumpy
mashed potatoes
half cooked
casseroles
beside
a tower of empties
raised welts
from beatings
outside
the weather sleeting
there are
some things
you can never
escape
as a butt
burns
in the ashtray
football drowned out
by the snoring
it’s another
holidaze of hell
who could have
expected
anything better
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making room on the kitchen table between the half finished bottles of ‘hard’ liquor and the ash trays full to overflowing, for the cereal you poured for yourself. Quiet before the storm…
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that is beautiful and a snapshot from childhood for sure. Big crystal ashtrays.
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Heading to moms 😘❤️
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be safe
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Family celebration time some times become the tip of the iceberg of unhappiness and memories we are dying to foget.
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For sure. Driving past the liquor stores and seeing full parking lots means I am not alone.
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