Wrists Wide Open Poem by Scott Shaw

the red wine flows like blood
the blood that poured out of her veins

I was not there to see it
given the chance, I would have walked the other way

drink me into drunken stupor
her passion was my promise
a promise
I never could have kept

drink me down
like this glass I finish
finish way too fast

the fact to finish
my taste buds,
they have become so numb

I could have loved her
I guess
didn’t really want to
didn’t really know how
I told her I did anyway

words, they just don’t mean a thing
not anything at all

a bottle finish
another bottle down
a life gone
wrists wide open

corkscrew
wine
red

red
like Blood

another bottle in my hand
not like life
not like women
not like one chance is all you get
and then life is gone