Rhyme and Rhythm

I drink
Blood from the grape
And think
On those who have gone
Those who have scraped
Me, hurt me, moved on
Those who link
Each thought, fate to fate
Then sink
Into the past.  I reason
I need not hate
Now.  Need not be indrawn
Towards pain and relinquishing.
I am sated
Replete with life's tattooes inking
My skin.
Those punctures gape.
Each season
They widen and stink
More.  With each loss I misplace
Myself, I ruck and kink
Become sorrow's kin
One brazen woman with no face
Waiting on oblivion
To steep and sink-in 
Like one more fate
Like one more drink
Like a life of one long drugging.
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