My Destiny

drugged out on the floor
panes of cold
press into my back
as warm blood
flows from my hands

it feels better with alcohol

pills in my mouth
stretch the skin
tender from bruises
scarred from frustration

boredom of a suburban housewife

whose husband is cheating
whose kids are grown
whose career was shot
before it began


** published in Creative Writing, Volume 1, 2004 Edition