my mom was drunk when she said she loved me.
i laughed as she ran her fingers through my hair.
by tomorrow, everything will be as empty as the wine bottle we shared.
we will go back to being two strangers who happen to share the same smile.
so for now, i'll be the same little girl,
embraced by a pair of fair, thin arms,
letting myself drown in the smell of fermented grapes,
and the fleeting warmth that it always brought.