Casting shadows across the dining table
Deafening silence punctuates my contemplation
A cool glass wrapped in a small hand
A frosty poison that pours like olive oil.
My nicotine sigh as deep as lungs could hold
Her breath is laced of liquid calm.
Realization, too hot fingers touch numb lips
And feeling nothing at all is the best one could ever feel.
I stare into the compact florescent glow,
Coralline algae covers surfaces like morning dew
A feverish last sip of my earthy poison,
A last stand against the fires around me.
I jump into salty depths and artificial circulation,
Creatures greater than I nipping at manicured tips.
Nothing in this world could make me cry,
Like a glass box with nothing inside.
A triumphant exhale and forced relaxation,
Let the waters take you wherever they may lead.
Drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney.
And the captain always goes down with her ship.