Face like Vodka by Ann Christine Tabaka

A face like vodka,
a soul like wine,
cocktail of life
drained dry by time

Your cruel departure
left a hole in the universe.
All existence has ceased.

Drowning in intoxicants,
vestiges of sanity gone,
a scent of grapes lingers on.

Birds overhead observe me
grounded supine,
my roots reaching downward
Into the dead earth.

Searching for a reason to exist,
dreams like bourbon,
voice like rum.

You are gone forever.
Now life becomes a river
of drunk deception.

Ann Christine Tabaka was nominated for the 2017 Pushcart Prize in Poetry, has been internationally published, and won poetry awards from numerous publications. She lives in Delaware, USA.  She loves gardening and cooking.  Chris lives with her husband and three cats. Her most recent credits are: Ethos Literary Journal, North of Oxford, Pomona Valley Review, Page & Spine, West Texas Literary Review, The Hungry Chimera, Sheila-Na-Gig, Synchronized Chaos, Pangolin Review, Foliate Oak Review, Better Than Starbucks!, The Write Launch, The Stray Branch, The McKinley Review, Fourth & Sycamore.

Ann Christine Tabaka - Pushcart Prize in Poetry Nominee
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