drunk dinner with Dad
hundred dollar dishes
and guilt like gunshots
a ghost of tears tucked under the table
more wine please?
brothers by my side
both manly enough to hide their insides
its been too long to show the darkness
lets drink something stronger
and weaken up our anger
ive got hostile bones and demonic vultures
blood on blood
the empty spaces are harmonic
lets sip to silence and tap our toes
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