I felt like I was my body for once - like I wasn't only inside it.
by @makiya-green
Plucking tall glasses from their perch above the sink and
letting loose the dark that wiggled, relentless, inside it's bottle.
Gold was chipping from my mother's cheap wine glasses,
creating the sort of sad ambiance that you, unexpectedly,
find yourself craving.
There, in the belly of it - flavor resembling nothing of the puckering and
rambunctious cranberry and pomegranate that prod my insides with
summer-tainted sweetness - lurked a hazy glow, too often
over-romanticized, I think.
And I,
haphazardly stealing from the bottle's mouth,
didn't realize what was stolen
from my own.