The Life of the Party
Rising
sprawled
amid the carcasses
of demons quelled
strewn
like soldiers slain
spent munitions
drained of all their fire
their bloodshed pooled
puddles
of watered down
egos and woes
glisten
in the morning light
as hangover destined
in reflection
one half dead
and addicted
vain plan to abstain
finds itself
shot down
again
8/3/2019
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
Copyright © Maureen Mcgreavy | Year Posted 2019
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