That Night


The fairy lights coruscating through the murk,
onto the glistening alleyway,
by dint of latterly fallen rain.

Abruptly, babel of voices broke loose,
a stone's throw away made her plod towards it,
which may sounded a simple bicker,
caused her to remember quarrel that once shook her to the very core.

The state of bewilderment of an eight-year-old,
that once haunted her at late nights.
She spared a thought to the wrangle and its upshot,
the remembrance led to a drunken stupor,
in contemplation to hush the squabbling noises in her head.

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