I'm like a martini or a really good bourbon,
an acquired taste that will soothe your spirit,
unless you over-indulge: I'll get you
drunk, send your head spinning into the night behind the clouds, devour your fears with my bone-deep lust, trick you into thinking
you are a god
But watch out, the night never lasts, stardust fades in morning light, beautiful shimmer desecrated to filthy, grubby dust,
and oooh-la-la, that hangover, you know the one--
every cell in your body half an inch to the left of where you left it when you kicked off your shoes and dove naked into my dream,
while I lied and said it wouldn't hurt, because you never learn
and always forget that I'll do anything for magic,
no, not the hocus-pocus kind, nor Hecate with a hex.
Real magic comes when it will, slips in through windows left open, taking back what doesn't belong here, exposing reality
for the drab, power-hungry, innocence-killing, brutal, mundane, greedy cankerblossom it is.
Take an aspirin.
Stop voting a straight-party ticket: your lazy gate-keeping let all the monsters in.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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You are an awesome poet. Great player with words ! 🥰I hope this get Top Story!
That shift from “you are a god” to waking up with every cell half an inch to the left really stuck with me—it felt less about intoxication and more about how easily we hand ourselves over to something that promises escape and then pretends it never did. I also didn’t expect the hard turn at the end, but “Take an aspirin” followed by that last line felt like being yanked back into daylight whether you’re ready or not. It made me think about how often we blame the hangover instead of the choice to keep drinking. When you wrote this, were you more angry at the illusion itself, or at how willingly we keep believing it?
Oh this is superb lassie. Love how unrestrained you were and those last two lines are pitch perfect.
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Love how that line was saved for the end! Awesome piece ♥️