Poets logo

A Dark Thought

The Only Recourse

By Abigail Sire Published 2 years ago 1 min read
1
Mucha (Perfume Advertisement)

A speculation on the power of the vial

In her hands – would it have occurred -

A dark thought brimming at the surface -

No – we'd like to think not – the smell of ether

And lavender – she found herself staring at it,

The cool glass on the pads of her fingers -

The devil climbed into her eyes -

Like a ghost rose out of her setee -

Mixing a few drops into the warm

Milk on the tray, “Mother?”

An echo in the dark of the house -

The ruffles of her dress

Following her like feathers -

Her could hands gripping the tray -

She could barely speak -

The fever hand’t broken for days

A pile of fallow, yellow flesh -

Daughter come to her side of the bed,

Dabbing the sweat on her brow with a rag,

“Here, drink this,”

The milk barely going down

Before mother batted her away

And fell back into an exhausted

Slumber.

surreal poetry
1

About the Creator

Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments

There are no comments for this story

Be the first to respond and start the conversation.

Sign in to comment

    Find us on social media

    Miscellaneous links

    • Explore
    • Contact
    • Privacy Policy
    • Terms of Use
    • Support

    © 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.