Art of Destruction

Tiny sigh Drop of whiskey on her lips and Gold glittering around her Neck Tipsily she smiles And it’s a christmas card happiness Not raw enough to be real Take a step closer you’ll see A world on fire Reflected in her eyes Her world and This is how she watches it burn There is an art to destruction, Or rather, Accepting it The glass clatters from her hand but Luckily it’s dollar store plastic Luckily it’s empty The stilettos turn in unison, in Surprise And she falls as The bass drops Out from under her. Alone on the floor under a crowd Tomorrow she’ll forget By the time she’s home she’ll want to Her damned destruction Is an her art And she’s a museum full of Paintings on fire.