A.j. Binash - You Get What You Deserve

Last night we spoke
About our dead child.

A whiskey slur stuck to the corner of my mouth
I tried to touch the moment with useful words
But I mistook finger movement
For
Conversation

You contemplated the idea of crying
Your eyes kept fluttering
The shimmer of a tear began to sparkle
A regretful shine
To the
Otherwise
Melancholy scene

Then
Silence.

Followed by your footsteps

I took to the whiskey
Till my knees shook
My footsteps became a challenge
A bigger challenge
Than remembering

When the morning came
I awoke in a puddle of vomit
I had to peel my face
From the floor
Scraps of discarded food
Stuck to my cheek

And I understood
Why God
Or Satan
Or Buddha
Or whomever
Took them from me.

A.j. Binash

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