On The (Straight) Edge
Poison
Running through your veins
Clouding the mind
Making you act a fool
Why do you consume
In mass quantities
That which can harm?
That which can make you sick?
Make you sad?
Do you drink to forget?
To remember?
Maybe to escape
From life
From love lost or gone
From pain or sorrow
Why do you pollute your body
Dull your mind
Fill the recycling bins with bottles
Empty shells
Husks of clear and brown glass
Reminders of what once was
and maybe what should never be.
Money spent
Beer drunk
Clarity lost
It’s never too late to stop
To think
To make a change
Or at least to take out your own recycling.
Melissa
I am a writer of Sci-Fi and Horror fiction, poet, photographer, and proud tech geek. I also like volunteering in my community, reading, and creating art.
