Ice Cube
You let me go.
Your trembling hands loosen the grip.
I slip between your fingers.
I kiss the air, ecstatic.
My chill sublimes into nothingness.
Death seems just so beautiful.
I crash with a clink.
All I see around, is me.
Dead, Am I?
“It’s a glass,” the reflection says.
I let a sigh of relief.
But should I?
I stare up to the heavens.
I see your profound eyes.
Smeared with anguish.
Drenched in tears.
Am I not worth your mercy?
Am I so worth your misery?
You pour in your best champagne,
I tussle with the fizz that wrestles.
As you rain, I choke within.
For am I not the purest?
Now sinking in glistening venom.
I rise, It takes me high.
I feel the brim, I feel myself die.
I see your talking eyes, closer.
You’re my culprit; are you not?
You shed a tear, meanwhile.
I have a death companion.
It spits a zillion words,
and perishes in my venom.
I wish no mercy from you.
Perhaps my poison is your pal.
I wish to kill your pain,
I wish to die, and then be reborn,
As a tear within your eye,
For I’m so worth your misery.
Am I not?
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