….
A fifth of scotch
and a dutch date later,
she’s ready to sound the alarm,
hang it all and leave this mephitic
louse to his own ivory-toothed smile.
There’s a poltergeist
in the corner, anyway,
a static apparition of
a quieter spirit, less
inimical than her
Glenrothes single malt,
rocks.
She talks her way
out of it, fear threshold
met by human skin, longing
for a filmy wraith shadow
on a broken barstool to be
-gin to heal her fractured
heart.
She’s grown
tired of senescent pickup lines
and hungry eyes. She walks.
Last call:
This vapor specter
………(spectator)
in the corner
might be just her size.
…
Prompted by a cool word list over at mindlovemisery.
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Absolutely flawless. Breathtaking. Superb writing, every word.
So good, what you did with the title. And also the Scot in the first line. 🙂 I love an accent!
Really, girl. This is a phenomenal poem. Bookmark it as one of your best somewhere. Put it in the sidebar, perhaps.
Well, now, there’s this whole vaping business lately that I know very little about, but it sure beats anything else she thinks she wants to do after a fifth! So glad she stands!
Ha! I don’t know anything about the gaping business, anne katherine. I think she saw a ghost. And he’s better than the men she’s met. 😉
I agree this is absolutely remarkable I absolutely love the way you have used the words