Dying at the Throat of a Bottle
Addiction, despair
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All Things Poetic, Artistic, PhilosophicalDying at the throat of a bottle
“Just put the bottle down
its that easy.”
I’d rather kill you
embrace your cold, smooth neck
with a grip any victim would run from
liquor is a silent killer, she knows me well
filling me with warmth, courage, forbidden company
liquor is a thief, of life, of feeling
boney fingers tremble and shake
convenient distractions, whisper—
words I wish never to voice
I want more of you
Like water, like blood
I’ve got a third key to survive
how do I ignore her?
like the five senses
I’d have to lose all feeling, all sight
in dreams Im there, heavenly winds
soar me high enough to breathe
I flinch at the touch of stars
peacefully asleep, a breath from death
A kiss from the sun lifts stubborn eyelids
like locked vices, I’ve trained them well
to see is to acknowledge, I refuse to see eye to eye
facing a pattern of faults whom refuse to end
stubborn together, never do we truce
why am I awake today? give me a reason to be
if I could lay down never to rise
time would stop, declaring the first answer from god
remains of my twisted escape
lay in my hands, completely empty
somehow you hold all of me
warmth returns in a crimson blanket
With useless hands no one can touch
I feel my being, slip a little farther in myself
shards of my (lover) killer
reveal her sharp teeth
I’ve learned my lesson
like an abusive lover
I’ve been warned
dare I step out of line
never again will I
deny you.
Dearest killer,
I could choke you
but your gonna win
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