Whiskey

Whiskey.

 

Tipping the bottle back again,

I can feel the whisky sear my throat

Like liquid fire.

Estranged, enraged,

Unreasonable like this,

I heave the bottle across the room and

Watch that golden fire

Splatter the walls.

Listening to the glass explode

Into transparent little knives,

I dance to music unheard.

My tender feet sliding and slicing

Unfeeling across those little knives.

I run outside to leave

Bloody, dancing footprints

In the pure virgin snow.

I dissapear into the storm,

Into the cold,

Into the death-sleep of winter's embrace.

Now stumbling into the near-choking warmth,

The smoky darkness surrounding me

Where strangers eyes stare back blankly.

A new bottle of amber liquid light appears

In front of me.

Taunting me.

Tempting me.

So I take another pull,

Feeling that fire burn down my body

And into my veins,

To temporarily cauterize

Gushing, bleeding wounds of my soul.

 

Reviews

[Last Lying Look]

Love it!!!
The feeling I got while reading it was amazing.
And it went perfectly together with the song I was listening to which also brings me alot of feeling.
Purely overwhelming.
Good write!!!

p.s: I love whiskey and I love this poem. Adding it to my favorites.

[Anarda Nashai]

Painful...but beautiful. The imagery hear is seething. I love it!!!!

-Anarda Nashai
author of Despondent
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