She looked into his bloodshot eyes
hoping for recognition
of not only him, but of her
she saw neither.
She kissed his venomous lips
while the stench of rotting passion
assaulted her nostrils.
She set down the cup
of his chosen poison in front of him
placed a full bottle beside it.
With a tear in her blacken eye
she picked up her suitcase
and walked out of their grave.
Author notes
No. 8 A Cup Of Suicide Juice For The Behaviorally Inebriated
januaryrain
A contest entry
- The Mystery Title Prompt Contest by Glasyalabolas.
1400 points, ended December 16, 2008, 23 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This piece is very sharp, the language used lets the hopelessness and pain of such a situation accost the reader fully. Very well done.
Good write.
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Thank you, very creative prompts you came up with.
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