Runs In the Family
She sat there
Reaching for another
A third a fourth a fifth
She’d lost count and
Wasn’t keeping track
Thought no one else was
She didn’t care
No one else was drinking
There was no difference
Between her and
Her alcoholic brother
Other than the opportunity
The one within her grasp
She chose to throw away
AP: 3rd place 2020
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