Poems

Bleach

Sometimes

In the middle of the night

I'll wake up

Ill check the clock

It'll be an unreasonable hour

And I'll want some water

So I sit for a minuet

And a minute more

Then I pull off the covers
And get out of bed

I won't open my eyes fully
For fear of waking up more than I am already

And I walk to the bathroom

I grab a glass that's already half full of water
It's from the day before

And I take a sip

...

I'm always a tiny bit disappointed

Just a small bit

Like getting an 89 instead of a 90, you know?

I'm always disappointed that I dont

Taste

Bleach

...

Wouldn't that be funny

To take a sip of bleach

You'd smell it first,
Im sure of that

Your take the glass up to your face

And right before you bring it to your lips

You smell it

You know the smell of bleach

You know how it tingles up your nose when you get too close to it

You'd flinch back

And think "who the hell put bleach here?"

But Would you take a sip

Just out of curiousity

A fear that if you don't

You'll never know what it truly tastes like

A question of how it would feel

How it would feel to go down your throat

Everyone tells you not to

It'd kill you, for fucks sake

But sometimes

Just sometimes

You wish it was bleach.

I put the drink down

And go back to bed.