Detox

“Like lilies grow in stagnant bleach,
so must you endure.”

So here is your list;
Monday is for shock
Tuesday is for nostalgia
Wednesday is for hatred
Thursday is for hope

All you have said in words and in poems has been lost to fires
Set alight by waning cigarettes & the breath of dragons that have curled within your hands
You cannot drop kick them, for fear they might
latch onto your bleeding ankles
And take what spark is left from your first marriage.

Your liver has learned that screaming does no good; it only provokes you more,
the numbness of your common sense the equivalent of tomato tears poured on open sores.
Red wine
(It might as well be daggers)
And it must be blinding
because I can think of no other way
You can sit there and look me in the face
Tell me how to direct my life
When you ruined it; when you both ruined it
With scotch, gin, tonic, wine
Flaming molotov candles would burn down this house
If I ever stopped
If I ever tried to remember how it feels
to bloom in bleach & stir in alcohol.