at first, you were just a bottle with a dirty orange tinted liquid inside you

and just your presence on the kitchen table spell bounded my papa into falling in love with you 

you did more than extinguish his thirst, 

you became his weakness and made him vulnerable 

the unfortunate symphonies of my mother's cries

and the melodies of the words i never shouted all spell out

in silence

and now, 

your presence in this household has taught me nothing 

but to live in dread

you've stolen the comfort of my home and made it your own 

and as I walk in my house, the floor creaks with words reminding me of the continuity of my papa's dark poisonous venom that you've given him

every corner of my house is visited by the sounds of my papa yelling

and sounds of you clashing against the tiled kitchen floor

you've spilled all over my floors and no matter how hard I try to rub you off

I'm bound to accept that you're a stain that can't be washed off 

and 

my momma trained me to think that, you're just an illusion of tranquility

you sit in a glass next to my papa, and that's it

that

is 

all

but these misconceptions and lies have been told to me over and over again and they've all abused the meaning of 

family

and I've studied you well Jack,

I've seen what you've done to my father, you ripped him completely 

and what you’ve done to him, has made me cripple

you've been smashed against the floors, and I've stepped on your shattered bottle countlessly 

the scars on my feet have bled and healed but it still hurts every time I walk 

so now I'm petrified,

petrified to run away from this energy 

because I feel like I may collapse 

and it's all because of you Jack

all because of you