Monster

Monster

She staggers through the house with glass in hand
The tinkle of the ice cubes make me cringe
She’s so damn drunk that she can hardly stand
Participating in her nightly binge

In daylight she tells all “I drink to sleep”
To somehow validate her drunkenness
The mattress where she sleeps is stained and steeped
From all the years of nightly emesis

Not even for her grandkids will she cease
She wonders why they never stay the night
I’ve longed for time and strength to say my peace
I don’t want them to see her in this light

Our Monsters come in many forms, they say
And only death will make them go away

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