Dame of Distress


The whiskey is my friend

As she wounds me slow

Madame knows what she’s doing

Every high note, a wielded pistol

 

My fingers grip firmly, first warning

This dame is out for sweet revenge

Uncoiling every last knot of composure in me

And I’m compelled to watch with her audience

 

Every sip to counterattack, she drains from me

Her presence, an aiming arrow ready to strike

It won’t be long now, she’ll have me on all fours

This dame in heels, she’s put me to the test

 

Love gone sour, her reverberation,

And I almost want to out myself as her perpetrator

So she would end this war

But no, her performance somewhat sadistic.

 

And her parting gifts to me,

Palpitations and perspiration.

 

 

 

4 thoughts on “Dame of Distress

  1. What a POWERFUL piece. I think my favorite portion is “Every sip to counterattack, she drains from me / Her presence, an aiming arrow ready to strike / It won’t be long now, she’ll have me on all fours / This dame in heels, she’s put me to the test”

    I’m definitely going to repost this for my readers. Thank you so much for all the emotion you put into your pieces!

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      1. Elsie,

        If I could write with half the passion you do, I would be set for life! I’m going to go back and read past posts. There’s just so much imagery in your poetry.

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