Where Anything Can Kill

Where Anything Can Kill 

We need water.

But it can kill us too. 

Drown us, 

seep into our air passages, 

throttle us. 

Take our breaths away. 

I choke, the bottle of water 

falls from my hold. 

Against the cold, marble floor, 

it crashes. 

Water trickles out, 

escapes, tries to find another container, 

it can conform to, and maybe 

kill. 

But, I'm thirsty. 

I still need water. 

I bend down, cease it, 

bring it back into my hold, 

caress the container, 

let the tasteless liquid rush down my throat. 

Then, I suddenly recall

how water can kill us.

The ironies  

                 Still

                        Baffle 

                                Me. 

As I realize, 

I'm in a sadistic, perverse world, 

where anything can kill. 

Yet, I still live. 

It's 'cause I'm a predator too.

Reviews

[ChemicalMadness]

I really quite enjoyed this...from format to tempo to phrasing...there's a lot here. Tries to find another container it can conform to....liked that line. I think you'll be doing just fine. Some things to clean up and tighten here or there.....but you've got the spirit and the voice to carry your work places....

CM.

[Aisha Mnd]

Thank you ChemicalMadness for taking the time to critique my work. When I initially wrote this poem, I didn't quite like it. I still think there's something... missing. Nonetheless, I'm glad someone out there enjoyed it. I'm flattered to know you believe I have the spirit and voice to take my work places.

Again, thank you so much! And thank you for the friend request. :)

- AIsha