Just a Sip

Dark, slithering snake

wrapped around the hand-warmed bottle

 

Mating with the demons

floating within the dark shining liquid

 

Beckoning your cool body

to tepid the waters

 

Kept from boiling over,

from spilling a precious drop

 

Of the forever fever

held tightly inside, breathing, proliferating

 

Just waiting for the right time

to bellow across the flames

 

That lick at the tongue

fueling the rebellion

 

Craving so much more, to drown in,

neverending war and punishment

 

Tickled into that freeing revolution

that taunts all oppressed statues

 

Of liars' virtue and long-torn history

the shadows grow long and muted

 

Until the only thing standing

is the soul minus an arm 

                    ~K.A. Pitman