Another piece for creative writing.
Sweet Demise
He escapes into the dark night
As black as his liver must be
To purchase a long necked idol
And worships with clasped hands, eyes shut.
Salty water baptizes his cheeks
As he kisses what is holy.
The liquid burn ignites his soul
Relief floods throughout his body.
Finally he is born anew.
He knows these nightly prayers are false.
Promising only a moment,
And the façade is quick to fade.
But at least it’s a chance at bliss,
However short lived it may be.
How can he not give thanks and praise
To the sweet spice of sacrifice?
It has to be a gift from God.
It’s been his only connection.
When the sky becomes a medley
Of pink, purple and golden hues;
And birds sing melodiously
To thank the sun for its return
He does not stir, idol in hand.
His limp body of gray and white,
Will not be found for days on end,
The silent pretense of his house
Gave no alert to the neighbors.
There was no one left to notice
A man’s shameful whiskey downfall.
But in the end he wasn’t wrong,
His prayers had finally brought him
One step closer to meeting God.
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