"An Intervention"

“An Intervention”

By Cody Williams

 

You always said that you wanted to live the rock ‘n roll lifestyle.

I suppose you succeeded at that.

It was your wife who called me, you know? Or she used to be your wife.

You never told me about that, did you?

When exactly did it all go down the shitter?

I would have appreciated a phone call, you know?

But I would be lying if I said that I was surprised when I heard the news.

I guess that I always saw it coming. I just didn’t want to believe it.

 

No! Don’t interrupt me! I don’t want to hear your excuses!

I cleaned out your office, you know? I saw the mess in there. Beer bottles scattered about             the floor.

Budweiser? Really? Could you have chosen a shittier tasting beer, big brother?

I also saw all the empty pill bottles and the particles of Coke you left behind.

Coke? Jesus Christ! I’m surprised that you weren’t running a goddamn meth lab outta      there!

But then again, I didn’t go into the basement.

Nyquil and Listerine bottles too!? What the f**k man? Did you get those when you ran    outta money!?

I thought so.

 

So, what are ya gonna do now?

You killed mom. You know that, right?

All those sleepless nights worrying about you finally took its toll.

What? Is that a tear in your eye?

What are you good for? Nothing! Absolutely nothing!
You are a no good motherfucking drunk who has never amounted to anything!

 And probably never will!

Oh! You paint!? You’re a real s****y painter!

 

Now, quite your whining, Davy!

Just shut the f**k up!

Here! Take what is in my hand!

No! It ain’t no goddamn pill! It’s a goddamn razorblade.

Go on! Take it! Do us all a favor, you stupid f**k!

End your misery, as well as mine!

Copyright © 2015 by Cody Williams
Courtesy of TRUE TERROR PUBLICATIONS
A division of TTP Entertainment

Author's Note

I've never been much of a poet. I started to write this one as a short story. About halfway though I though "this is not supposed to be prose...this is a poem." I hope you like it.

-CW