I / pour liquid words into an empty threat


(watch it (them) flow downward and swirl)


I / drop a few cold stares into your glassy eyes


(****- i lost my train of thought before
i even took a sip of this reality-check)


okay...


I / swallow bottles of your hostility and-


(i would swear that it was you that loved me before all this...)


...chase it with a shot of desperation


I / shudder at the potency of my blurred (thoughts) vision


I / might choke on bravado and an ice cube or two

and...


(i would swear that i had split my tongue on your sharp edges before)


but...


I / will detox myself with this 90 proof lingual disaster


(do you love me when i fall down?)


"I'd like my scotch on the rocks, please."