Cold steel and flicks of wrists
I feel the liquid slosh around
It mocks me even now.
This will be my poison of choice.
My carnal deliverance,
My final fleeting companion.
It slides onto the ice
I hear it cackle with delight.
Fingers clutch smooth glass
Transparent to the world,
Hold it with pure reverence
Watching the light catch and choke.
I drink to the vicious clowns! *
No longer will you thrash my heart
It already bleeds to the floor.
My lips kiss the hallowed martini
Emptying the ambrosia.
My poison of choice.
My martini of bleach.
© Jaclyn Thompson 2006
*with a nod to Terry Moore