Flash Fiction |
PoetryA Poisoned CupGuzzle it down
Drink it up Shots on shots on shots “It's party time!” Time for friends, for pleasure Live it up Pass the time while you're still sober White girl wasted, Bottle trash To you it's a game A vicious sport. But you don't know the other half The evil of the bottle A broken family Drowning in the red cup The middle of the night; She's yanked from her bed Sister scared, Parents drunk. Their insults slur from the poison “You stupid child” “You ugly whore” Their words assault her heart. There's always violence. Glasses smash Dishes shatter Art torn from the walls. Daddy yells Mommy shouts They always argue. Screaming, raging. Who knew words could hurt so much? “It's all your fault!” “You worthless shit” They turn to her Barely a teen. One hit's enough She'll lie about the bruises Sister cries; she dials for help. Mommy breaks the phone “You don't need to call anyone.” The girls dash for the stairs They run to their beds. Lock the door Wait for the cursing to stop They hold each other and cry. And you'll awake later in a stoner's fog head spinning from your drinking sport While Mommy and Daddy apologize “We're so sorry we love you, you know” They'll learn to forgive. They'll try to forget That's what family's for. And years will pass You'll live for the fun In a drunken stupor With an empty bottle For a senseless sport But they'll be stuck A broken family forever they'll live from a poisoned cup. |