Hollow

It’s all over

Her hand full of tiny promises.

Promises of silence.

Her glass of wine washes them down.

Still feeling hollow she drinks more

and falls asleep.

Tears fall from her eyes when she

realizes she is awake and has only

a pounding headache to remind her that

promises are always broken.

M.V

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