still
as stone
the
stained sheet was drawn up
to
the once-sarcastic mouth
beeps
electronic echoed
down
the antiseptic corridor
the
lips were starvation-thin
the
fluorescent lights
flickered
off the yellow skin
bloated
and fifty
the
party was over
for
this rebel
who
defiantly
drank
alone.
Very touching - and then this last line! Wow. Great impact
ReplyDeleteThanks Lucy.
DeleteI love the rhyme in first and last stanza - stone/alone.
ReplyDeleteTa, Sarah, I think it rounds it off nicely.
DeleteI'm moved to tears. Apart from that - a terrific piece works so well
ReplyDeleteOh, Lizz, that's how I felt!
DeleteI like it very much too, but I'm left wanting another drink.
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ReplyDeleteAlcoholism in moderation is fine! :)
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