There’s a bottle of wine on the table
A woman is holding a glass
A man’s face is writhing with anger
It’s a tasteless picture – no class
She’s not a regular drinker
She knows that she’s breaking the rules
But this is no place for logic
And reason’s the realm of fools
He’s locked the door
There’s no way out
She’s dizzy and dazed trying to figure this out
The fruit of the vine is the only escape
She’s slowly slipping away
Diving into red river
Released from her feet of clay
Body becomes a vacant shell
Her mind now a shadow,
At play on the wall
Aiming at drowning
But dreaming of living
Wanting to sink
She finds herself swimming
The table cloth slips into 3D
spirited.
Red flowers float above blue
The unreal – significantly silly
Making sense where no sense is due
Looking at his raging dead eyes
Seeing a stranger she can’t recognise
A sudden half smile
Half lights her face
Safe in the knowing
He can’t reach this place
Here he can’t touch her
Pain is not real
Here it’s a joy not to feel
The bottle runs dry
Time trickles away
In the morning she’ll wake
To another day…