I. you can't win them all
i. the blood in her mouth is hauntingly familiar
ii. it's the color of her favorite lipstick
iii. the consistency reminds her of tears
II. the shame of losing
i. even though she is broken and beaten down
ii. she will pick herself up off the floor
iii. and hold her head high as she moves
III. the aftermath
i. she's not entirely sure what burns her more
ii. the whiskey or her loss, but it's fine
iii. at least she still has her pride
(poetry by Alexis Daigle, photography by Malea Moon)