{September 5, 2015}   Lowering Liquid


the level lowers quickly,
that dark liquid magnifier,
a bottle lessens to a drop and another cracks open,
see, it’s the weekend you know, and everything must go
according to a fantasy schedule, unshared and unbelievable,
easier to play along till your bones are suddenly screaming from an unintended stumble,
collision unexpected and yes, balance no longer works,
soft reasonable patient words unheard,
slurry mumbled snark, the kind where they’re only kidding and
don’tcha have a sense of humor,
your sanity questions you to shake things up
and a bump grows on your eyebrow, stabby painful and nothing new
lather rinse repeat because it never goes away.
they fight for control but Jack always wins these days,
an occasional visitor who tends to overstay his welcome,
I think he sucks,
but when it’s over no one remembers the demon, just the angel,
all a figment of my imagination



like clockwork
she could set her watch by the sound
of his footsteps lurching
stumbling into walls
tripping over furniture
the sound of glass shattering along with her illusions,
she knew them all by heart,
the crackle of the paper covering the bottle-top opening
the clinking ice cubes rattling against a glass
a long stiff pour followed by a few drops of carbonated sugar water,
the change in the tone of voice
music louder and louder and louder
till she came to despise noise,
a disdain for the sound she used to lose herself in
momentary silence but for the uneven gait
shambling zombie steps
uneven rhythm growing closer
fumes drifting silent up the stairs
that’s when she shuts down and crawls into her shell

AUTHORS NOTE: it’s daily prompt time for me so here you go~ Daily Prompt: A Source of Anxiety by Cheri Lucas Rowlands on December 9, 2013 Write about a noise — or even a silence — that won’t go away. (We’ll let you interpret this in different ways…) Photographers, artists, poets: show us ANXIETY.

et cetera