Esca

She wonders if she's right, to cry for the sea, crashing turquoise in her night, but who holds the twain, with her chocolates from Nestle', looking out at the rain, sipping her wine, it's cold for the season, thinking she'll be fine, Vodka leads to pain, each glass clouds her reason, she won't say the name, who makes her feel light, when walls start to crease, orange flowers sing like fire, the kids will soon arrive, regular as the heating, laughter in their eyes, Lilac as the sky, a little one soothes unease, their faces bright, the place she can't leave.