Poem: sprite and wine

sprite and wine

By Claire LeDoyen
QuailBellMagazine.com

into the damp dark deep
i swim and i sleep
it's the only place left in which i can speak.
sixteen and looking vapid in a plastic mirror,
been drinking since i threw that rock at you
(but no one noticed until my hiccups got disruptive three hours later)
and now i'm smashing cities,
pulling off the legs of spiders in a single stone gaze.
what's the point in breaking down forever?
life will go on with or without you.