Bitter Taste

By Maddison Willigar | Assistant Editor

A drink so sweet, but just as cruel and vile

to sit and taunt me with its lasting spell

of drowning out the ache with a denial

that pours its antidote on every cell.

The champagne felt so warm on frozen lips,

like shocks that would resuscitate my heart.

It blurred the lines between companionship

and filling the void with numbing counterparts.

I poured so many cups of endless wine

to wash the bitter taste of our love down.

The innocence of us once bonafide,

but now a mulling ache in which I drown.

            Though glass feels like the only hand to hold

            I hope to age like wine, refined like gold.