Grapes of Wrath

Grapes of Wrath

Her two hands wrapped the stemmed glass tumbler.
Hugging tightly, willing the fermented fruit to settle her agony.
Looking down, her battered reflection reminding what brought her here.
Viscous beyond translucence, filling her senses.
Eyes widened slightly, bouquet surrounding her.
Held her thoughts in subtle effervescence.
Allowed her grieving heart a small relief.
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