Stumbling down the cobblestones.
Bourbon permeates the air.
Memories won’t be drowned.
The bottle remembers that night.
The car careening over the precipice.
The screams still echo in his head.
What a fool.
Adrienne F.
Bourbon permeates the air.
Memories won’t be drowned.
The bottle remembers that night.
The car careening over the precipice.
The screams still echo in his head.
What a fool.
Adrienne F.
Truly a sad and tragic memory. A poignant piece.
ReplyDeleteThe worst punishment is to live remembering your crime. I think of Carollton, Kentucky and Larry Mahoney.
ReplyDeleteThanks for linking up with this week's Trifecta Challenge. I really like the parallel structure of your response. Your use of short, direct statements really creates a very poignant piece. Hope to see you back again for the weekend challenge.
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