Quick Shots

Team Renfield

A Toast to your Memory

I am helping myself to portions of you; maybe the shots will kill your memory. I sit here sipping slowly, thinking, sinking, and drinking.

No hope, I know. When this bottle dries, I know I’ll end up drunk, drowning in you.

(the pen falls, note unfinished)

Author's Note

Prompt: I think we should experiment with different forms today. If you write a story, it must be in epistolary form. It is set in the nighttime, and there should be a bottle involved.

Reviews

[Unspoken poet]

LOVE IT, This is well said and done, I like how you said "The pen now drops" This is wonderful.......

[FJ Davis]

While reading the first sentence, I was thinking, how the hell does his drinking kill her memory. Brought to mind a sort of Dorian Gray relationship--whereby you drink, and she suffers the consequences. Rather a dream situation. Every time the woman really pisses you off, you could simply go out and do what most guys generally do anyway--get smashed (in your case, painlessly) and in the process, properly punish her inconsiderate a*s. (I keed! I keed!)
As far as I'm concerned, with a few minor tweaks, this little poem stands on its own, quite nicely.
Very fine work, WM.

[Mockingbird]

there's got to be a reason for drinking and toasting. being drunk and drowning is a temporary solace for whatever your sorrows are. it impedes one's art as you fall into oblivion.

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. wow ... you and em are champs at this stuff ... when i drown ... i scream in words that i post ... hoping they'd be read ... one day ... 731 million years from now ... but ... thank you for writing this ... i am glad someone understands ...

[Closedown]

Intriguing... And wonderful and sad. Renfieldians unite!

[em]

- i've always liked sinking - more than swimming - maybe that's why - i soar - when i drown - in your memory -

Did you pass out?