Hard Liquor

My throat burned as the liquid slid down,

No comfort held by it,

No fuzzy numbness,

Only the too real emptiness,

The burning,

Hard liquor,

Poison for the lost,

 

Another swig,

Another hope crushed,

No,

It wasn’t helping,

I breathed in deeply,

The smell filled my head

Letting the burn spread,

Hard liquor,

Poison for the prideful,

 

Such anger,

Such burning,

I shifted my weight

And crossed my legs,

But my stare did not budge,

You sat across from me,

Your foggy gaze trying to escape,

Escape the coldness of my own,

The burning,

I felt it,

As you tipped your head back

And let the amber liquid slide down your throat,

 

Hard liquor,

 

The bottle hit the table with a bang,

I did not jump,

I did not move,

But the burning had found my heart now,

The heart I had given to you,

You have placed it in that bottle full of poison,

Poison for lonely,

 

I wished to scream at you,

To throw the bottle at you,

The one that held my heart,

The one that had taken our life

And ripped it to shreds,

I wanted to dump it on you

Letting you feel the chill I felt when you touched me,

The feeling when you held me,

But I merely sat,

Steady and unmoving,

 

Hard liquor,

Truly

Poison for the lost,

For I knew you no more,

A stranger held my heart,

My skin no longer recognized your touch,

 

But to my disgust,

I could not leave my heart behind,

The memories of your warmth

And smile,

The familiar touch

I so longed to feel,

They haunted me,

Reminded me of my unconditional love,

 

Hard liquor,

So it seems it will be the death of me,

 

Hard liquor,

Poison for the lost,

The prideful,

The lonely,

Poison for the best,

 

Hard liquor.

 

Reviews

[Aurora]

You entered this into my contest.
Even though you didn't win, I couldn't help but comment about this poem...
As soon as I read it, I was like "MAN this is getting into the Finalists!"

This piece is just... ugh. You know, I can honestly relate to it so much.
I remember being in this situation myself, and it's really true the way you write about it.
I just really really liked this poem and I thought I would commend you.

Good job, Alexa.

[Maeve]

Wow. That was amazing.
The way you wrote it really pulled me in.

[AK]

If you truly are only sixteen you certainly write well beyond your years.