Cold Shot C.A. Meraz Litrus Staff Member A lucid awakening,
Drunk stammering duck-walk,
Mid-morning meltdown,
A heartbeat flurry,
Breathe.
Death is dancing at the front door
Jiving a kick bang two-step.
Go out the back.
Eyes wide open, filling up with blood shot
Tears—is this the
End?
Faint into comatose, a cold shot in the
Dark. The
Train’s pulling into the station.
Itchy skin, disease-filled interior
Decay. Keep breathing,
Fade away.
Ride the steel pony, galloping into
Fields of lilac lust dripping dandelion serenity.
Soft utopia caress.
Gathering the air of sweetness fresh.
Alone,
In a hallway of doors.
Naked on the table at the gateway of
Final destination. Pin-drop silence.