Pure Poison

It’s too bright
You said and squinted
Handed me a glass
I filled
You took a sip
Grimaced
This tastes like shit
Get me some ice
And more orange juice
This tastes like poison
Pure poison
I wish
I thought
Walked into the kitchen
I fixed you a fresh screw driver
It was two thirty
In the afternoon
We were both free
To do as we pleased
And we pleased
Ourselves not each other
I’m dying in here
You yelled
I thought
I wish
I sat
Took a shot of vodka
What the fuck are you doing in there
I’m thirsty
Nothing
I thought
I will never do anything again.