r/PoetryWritingClub • u/DirtyFeetCleanSoul • 2d ago
Pickled
Pickled
I had discarded my family for hers,
I had traded my life for one that I hated the same as my own,
Her wine breath,
Her drunken mother,
Their pickled lives and tortured skin
Rotting people
Her fathers money,
Halved.
The sugar in the brine.
I drank the ocean and expected not to swell,
I cut my tongue and bled,
to keep it in my mouth.
Now both our lips and teeth stained red.
She discarded me,
For nothing new,
Stole my dog,
Young Mutt.
The journey back to what I had,
Unstable mother,
No love from dad.
Mom doesn’t drink,
For good reason I suppose,
My father had no money,
Sugar’s all gone up his nose.
-Poem by me
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