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Misery Martini
by Christopher ShinTwo parts hopelessly.
Three parts souless.
Another part callous.
A shot of sadness.
A drop of youth.
A splash of you and I.
Mix with misery.
Shake for hope for a second.
Then swirl with death.
Pour in frosted hands.
Salt the edges with jagged words.
Drop two hearts stabbed through with toothpicks.
Drink like a child with
a squashed face of dread,
like medicine with a chalky
taste. 03/22/2006 Posted on 03/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 04/29/06 at 02:27 AM You have beauty in your dark poetry…compelling and words uniquely written in turns that bring nods of recognition. |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 10/10/07 at 07:32 PM Bravo! I loved the imagery of this! Very inventive. "Drop two hearts stabbed through with toothpicks" I can see those poor heart-shaped olives... |
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