A good friend spoke these words to me,
As my insides squeezed inward,
An invisible fist wringing my heart,
My breath dashed away,
“it’s just a drink”
For her it was….Simply, a beverage
For me it was utter darkness lifted,
Painful quietude removed,
I sipped, then I gulped,
The light switched on,
The dark empty room bright with light,
Like a toy room awaiting a sick boy,
By the second glass innocence freed,
Me- a floppy, toy rabbit,
Coming alive, ambling out of the walls,
Add red wine, a catholic priest, a wafer of grape on my tongue,
Demons giggle and rise to the top,
The rabbit is in full swing; Tango, Foxtrot, Lindy Hop,
Eased by smiles flashed her way,
Is it the flaring of the dress that gains approval?
The yearning subsides,
I am skating, gliding on the glass top
Like a figurine on a child’s music box,
Pulled as if a magnet tugs beneath my skates,
A once dormant smile stretches wide
My heart drops out,
If only temporarily,
I am Weightless, buoyant, bobbing free
Wanting for more red anger serum