THEY ALL FLOAT
At the bottom of a bottle floats a fabricated smile; An inebriated mask to wear for a woman in denial...While I'm cradling belligerence my throat crowds with bile, my stomach is sour, my conscience is vile. Senile thoughts of a past that is all but forgotten, rotten flesh upon scars where the razor was trodden: A plot to escape written on skin with a blade! another bloody mess where heinous memories are laid. The escapade escalates as my heart rate elevates, a cigarette is lit with more pills to add taste, with haste I indulge, in my belly they float-A fictitious creature lurks in a yellow raincoat...Bitterly seasoned, as good as it gets; My mouth has my tongue on its hind legs to beg. Licking my wounds, washing them down; A labyrinth of venom, in poison I drown...False pride induced, the beast inside is set loose to ravish the pain of malicious abuse; The truth, then, is hidden in a playground forbidden where I am smitten with the pantomimes of Opiate Children. Silent charades, with love I have made-A toxic cocktail with which I fornicate. This euphoric feeling will not abate! But maybe I'd rather it NOT go away...perhaps I would rather drown than be saved...What if I choose the defiled and depraved!? Just let me soak in the beverage of sin! If I do not submerge then I will just try again! Keep all your anchors, life-jackets and ropes! You can drill tiny holes in your life-saving boat! For now I need liquor to quench my parched throat! Leave me here in the sewer where we ALL float...
-Kelly M. Gregory-ššš
"WE ALL FLOAT DOWN HERE..."-Pennywise the Dancing Clown
Comments
Brilliant double edged blade of verse. Fantastic write I recognised the title and expected a different kind of piece. Seriously good.
Nigel
Thank you so much! This is one of my favorite pieces and it was fun to write!
Just read it again and had to give it a pin to re-read at leisure. Could really do with a picture of Pennywise.Ā