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Dec 2013
Party's Over!

The party's over.
The drink flowed.
Soothed nightly as comforter.
As protector.
Met supply with demand.
To instill peace by distillation.
Exuberant excitement as the bubbles exploded.

Caused a blast of violence.
Adam's daughter.
Eve's son.
Hid from Satan on the run.
Alcohol created explosive wit.
Taken literally.

Vengeful attack on the silent ones.
Concealed in silent corners cowering.
In fear of what was known.
Defence impossible.

Screaming on the floor in a corner of his own.
Wailing in a solo chorus.
He needs another one.
Needs another drink.

She's hiding in the living room in a non-existence of her own.
Daughter of the strong woman corrupted by love.
Perhaps love.
Love was for her Satan.
As the drunkard took control again.



By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Olivia Kent
Written by
Olivia Kent  Southampton, Hampshire.
(Southampton, Hampshire.)   
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