Alluring drops of amber elixir
Trickle down the side of the glass
My body the embers of a bonfire
Shooting fireflies that turn into stars
Oh I’ll wallow
I’ll wallow if I damn well want
Bathe in sarcasm, snark and cynicism
Being circumspect got me this far
You tenacious little bastard
Still with that iron grip over my heart
A glimpse of you makes me quiver
Mark my words, betrayer, not long will it last.
Clawing myself out of emotional rubble
This liminal space between love and hate
Your ghost still haunts my dark mind
Was I a mere supplicant to satiate you?
A great bulge in your jealous pride?
I close my eyes and scream inside
I’ve had enough, enough for the night.
Cheers, dear bottle of red wine
…Make me feel alive.
This has been a response to a word prompt : Wordle #72 by Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie.
Rules were as follows:
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem (this is a tough one!)
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
7. Supplicant (a petitioner, a beggar, a pupil)
8. Tenacious (holding fast)
9. Pique (t
11. Circumspect (cautious, prudent)
12. Liminal (relating to a transitional or initial stage of a process, occupying a position at, or on both sides of, a boundary or threshold.)
This was a tough one.. well played, Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie! 🙂