A bit of Brandy

I was born a Brandy

Blended and aged

A mix of other peoples fears

Slowly poured into a glass

And left on the dust covered counter

of a tavern in an abandoned town

By someone who doesn’t drink

~

I hated her

I pitied her

the Brandy collecting dust

Evaporating into nothing

A ghost of perfume in the air

I shamed her strength

I mocked the residue she left in the glass

She was nothing to me

Just a mess to clean up

One that someone else left behind

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Then one day

While cleaning this ghost town

I discovered a bottle

Hidden behind a crate

Under the sink

No dust on the label

She looked brand new

and her name

Was Brandy