She’s come undone, in that way women do
- when the light has left the day and
- she’s had a drink or two.
She’ll unsheathe a dull sword on memories,
- broken destinies and unwanted sympathies.
Nothing can soothe this grief,
- a shot of bourbon withholds relief,
- coursing down her throat its warmth is too brief.
Tears cannot fall from eyes of lies,
- bitterness bound, even though she tries
Dammit! Must she seek approval to live her own life?
Bottoms up, one more to find that drunken shore,
- release her sails for a land of plenty
Her treasures aren’t in things or diamond rings
- or men whose promises are empty.