Party was at 6pm? I'll fashionably late 6:03pm
So many faces I stare into them and see falsehoods.

"Punch,
"I would like nothing more.

My mind wonders as I envision my blooded palm,
Hearing screams in senseless abandonment.

I pause and take a glass, here I say in forced smiles.

"Hi Matt,
"Hi Angie,

Each given a bottle,

"Sorry I don't drink alcohol?
"No worries here's some bottled punch,

I watch each in their greed anesthetizes my mind.
And I smile, and I breath, what a wonderful day
Tomorrow will bring.

"You ok Lucy?
"I don't feel so good,

"Can I tell you a secret?
"Yes,
"I poisoned each bottle that you all drank,

Like a dead flower she folds in front of me.
Devine terror as I sit drinking my water, legs folded
I give a little wave, slightly camp some could say.
*And then there is silence.