She drinks every night until the last drop hits her tongue
this is where she leaves out that door

As I run towards her I trip and fall scraping my knee on the wooden floor

She runs after me picking me up and carrying me to her room placing me on the bed quickly running after the rubbing alcohol and the band aids with the pretty pink princesses

I hold my knees together not wanting to be touched
she shouts
"suelta" (Let go) and pulls my arms apart,

her hands are as soft as cotton

"Esto no va doler" (This won't hurt)

I cry from the top of my lungs
she lied

It hurts

She unwraps the pink princess then wipes the tears running down my cheeks

She tells me
"Mirame" (look at me)
I can hardly see her pass the water gushing from my eyes

She says "Vas a estar bien mija"
(You're going to be okay my daughter)
Her eyes are swollen
burning red

Her complexion is pale
she has not slept

Her hands placed over my legs are as cold as
ice

She's wearing the same clothes from yesterday evening

She wraps her arms around my waist
Slowly leaning over
She says,

"Te Amo"
I love you

I can smell the red wine

She was pretty.
Scratch that.
She was beautiful.
Scratch that too.

She was more beautiful,
Than a sunrise on a winter morning.
Or a rainfall on an autumn day
Where the leaves dance in the wind
And fill the sky with life.
More beautiful than a flower
That breaks through the cracks
Of a concrete garden
And brings color to the air.
She was more beautiful,
Than any poem that's ever been written.

She was beautiful.
Scratch that.
She still is.