Alcohol

[asthaoo]

Alcohol

Fingers, hands, wrists, arms, touching her skin
Careful, she might rip.
"Do you feel better?"
Stay upright for just one more minute, one more mouthful of ink,
Just two more.
Do you think she could move it? Her brain I mean,
Make it proceed cumbersomely this way out of her head. Slowly, watch out for that cliff,
You might drop her, she's slippery with sweat.
"Does it feel lighter?"
The glass is half empty, does the water flow through? She can have a lemon too.
Just one more breath, step, mouthful of ink.
Just two million more.
Why is she white. Why not red. Or Crayola Razzmatazz. Why is she frozen?
Choking, fingers down her throat, it slowly oozes out of her,
Crayola Inchworm-coloured.
Ready for the hangover?

[asthaoo]

A silent touch,
and a slow, trembling voice.
It says: stay calm, you're safe with me.
Can you please raise your head, the sky is crying for you,
it's no longer your burden to mourn.
You don't need to be in that beautiful,
deep,
melancholy of yours any longer.
Escape from the day in which you were trapped,
that Spring afternoon
when he tethered you down to the broken,
empty,
room inside your mind.
Tear off that mask,
Wipe off the black paint around your eyes,
the rose on your cheeks,
and deep red on your lips.
They are only cheap imitations of the natural beauty hidden behind that
horrendous,
grotesque
disguise you wear everyday.
He has helped you become what you are
by oppressing you,
your heart,
your soul.
And I will help you flourish
by liberating you of the torment.
You were never in love!
Love is just a word given to a disgusting,
morbid feeling.
Your misery,
Your ecstasy!
Those are unquestionable emotions,
they are glorious.
So hold my hand,
says the fast, steady voice.
And his loud touch takes me away.

[Pendragon]

I wasn't always a minister, and I can totally reflect with your Alcohol Poem. Had many a stretch riding the porcelain pony, sick as everything, then the hangover. http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l108/AbsalomKane/Smilies/Vomit.gif
Rather good observation of a "I thought I had it under control." Good Poem!