Frozen Tears

 

 

Frozen Tears

 

I was sent to the store

Winter’s hand punishing my little

Back

Little stings of ice attacked my

Vulnerable face

I trudged on as I had to do

 

I reached the small building

The walking aimless in tiny worlds

Of their own

A bonfire on the corner had men

Standing in a circle

A familiar brown bottle passed all

Around

 

Inside, the store is a haven

The warm air making me forget

My worries

I pass shelves of canned fruit

And loves of bread

My stomach rumbles-

I’m tempted to swipe something to

Ease my hunger but think better of it

I didn’t need more trouble in my

Life

 

The freezer holds what I’m sent to retrieve

I hate my daily routine

Wrapping gloved hands around

A six pack of beer

I shuffle to the counter with a note and money-

Always an extra dollar

The woman looks at me with squinted eyes

“You sure you’re not gonna drink this?”

“No ma’am, I never will” I always answer

 

Back home he sits in his chair complaining

Every living thing in the house is useless

Or stupid

“It took you long enough!” I receive

After he snatches the brown bag from

My hands

I sit in the corner of the room and pretend

To be his source of love

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

wow so sad
I like the visuals though and the picture chosen was perfect to set the tone.
I felt like it could be expanded on, maybe more expressive of the reason why the boy will never drink, just a suggestion, it is excellent as it stands, i just wanted to read more.
Nice piece
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