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Last Call
by Alisa Jswith a full face
of indignant steam
she stared into her twisted reflection
unbelieving.
mad as hell
at the face who stared back,
unflinching.
she looked beyond the red, smeared lips
sneering
and tried to remember
that demure, shy girl
who laughed and smiled ages ago,
when her world was a kinder place
full of innocence and dreams...
slamming her drink against the wall
she yelled out to no one there,
'get me a scotch and water,
fool!'
and then, sat down with a thump
'where did all the years go?' she screamed
'you once had it all
and now, what!'
'look at you,
so pathetic'
she picked up the bottle
and raised it to those red, smeared lips
smashing it to the floor
along with the rest of her horrid life
before turning the lights out,
for the last time...
07/22/2009 Posted on 07/22/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/23/09 at 02:48 PM This is a pretty strong write lady! That is why I rarely drank that much. It never made me feel any different until the next morning. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/23/09 at 10:27 PM ...alisajs, what a momentus scrutiny of those turning points, every wino was once a babe in his mama's arms...life is treacherous and you paint a pretty picture of a 'not-pretty-life...touche! |
| Posted by Steve Baba on 07/26/09 at 05:34 AM Wow what a powerful poem. Kind of relate to this since I knew someone like this. Brings back bad memories. But what a really well written poem... |
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