There is a stain on the wall —
Malbec runs down to the base
boards. Ah! those violet years,
fire-worked and falling,
undisturbed by the rag urge
to wipe them away.
Was it stupor or prayer:
Blood of the father —
Blood of the son —
Blood of the broken ghost.
Image: Rowan Heuvel on Unsplash
Sweet and Bitter Greens 
broken ghost!!!
👻👻👻
love always,
[gotw}
Thank you GOTW. I appreciate the read and comment.
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