The glass was freshly poured
sweat inching down
while your voice shook
I picked it up and drank the poison
My breath fogs up the windows
And it’s the vision of a ghost
The release of all that’s real
It’s the way the clock ticks
to a thousand shards of light
that slice your face
that puzzling look
Now the glass is half empty and
my bleary eyes find truth
Please don’t say
I didn’t listen
I heard it all
sat mesmerized as the swirl of words
turned into shapes
formed into daggers
But I could not feel them
they drew no blood
For it was you that dissolved
An Etch A Sketch
full of sad lines
It was you who cracked
beneath those words
with every sip.
Tricia Sankey 