I'm constantly on the brink of a break down
Skidding along the rim of a thin wine glass full of vodka
Circling
And circling
Causing the glass to vibrate
The pitch shifts a little each time I falter
Occasionally I lean over and drag my fingers through the liquid
Disrupting the surface tension for a brief moment
But never fully breaking it
I'm doing it more and more often now
And when I do it burns my skin
A sweet moment of titivating release
When I can feel the vibrations in my skull
I scream along with the glass
I continue to skid tediously along the slender edge
Again
And again
I've never fallen in
Not yet
But if when I do
I hope I get so drunk
So high
So incredibly manic just before I drown
That I'll never truly die
That my gurgles will be left to reverberate against the glass walls forever
Replaying my slip
My fall through the veil
Over
And over
And over
Again
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
