The Beautiful and the Damned
by David Blanton
Daisy’s car made a right turn.
If all goes according to plan
She’ll be at the funeral wearing red.
She has a growing distaste for poison
Within the intricate lines of stoic superiority.
Daisy’s mind trapped a circle
On her way toward a black hole.
The great gorgeous glass holds a
Myriad of colors, but the color of life
Stands out the most.
Daisy boasted to one man about the kind
Of love that lies. When she drinks,
She drinks through her skin.
The damage is severe,
White hot, visceral, and sad.
No one can tell her the proper way to drink.
She wants to drink alone, but no one will let her.
Daisy walks down the street in a daze,
The bruise on her inner thigh
Matches the one on her neck.
The car accident left her
Thirsty and afraid.
There is a pain in her heart she can’t identify.
She sits down on the side of the road,
Just shy of daylight, looking to the east,
Not knowing what is to rise.
[David Blanton is an aspiring writer and poet. When he's not writing, he's teaching English to middle and high school students. He loves Greek mythology, ancient history, and postmodern theology.]