Deluding Whiskey with Cyan.i.d.e

I hold my breath
you reach out to touch me
You force me down
and begin to trace me

Against my lips you press a glass of whiskey
Safely griped in shaking hands
I watch you strain and pull away
leaving me in an empty bed
with a head full of lotuses

I chase your shadows
down walls and hall ways
water logged and swollen
window seals leaking from its seams

I set out to gather myself
only to find my life has been
tripping on empty prescription bottles
tipsy from shots of venom

Rummaging through scattered shingles
Each one representing restless thoughts

Writing my dreams across a
spider webbed mirror in red lipstick
reminding me of -Who I Could Be-

Pressing my face to the ground I listen for
feverous oceans whispering cures
to the abstract artists

When all fails I drown myself
in a pile of pyres paper bound in leather
Waving my arms around frantically
screaming old scriptures

While putting my heart back together
with band-Aids and bobby pins

I find you in the kitchen
A glance of a sadistic smile
spreads across your lips
loathing my nonchalant persona

You stare with intention while
you pore with precision
deluding my whiskey with cyanide
I lay there and die....

While I watched you die
.
.
eternally