Compulsively staring at the semi occupied mason jar

Dissecting with critical eyes its lurid contents

Tapping the lettered glass whenever I pass

Occasionally lifting to shake and peer –

Unable to rip away

Heart breaking and bouncing with every vibration

Vinegar water steeped to a furious vermilion

Thirsty for the twist – lift – pop

Take you down

Pervade the depths of me

Quench my thirsty resentment

Sinisterly sinew was the expectation

Smooth Saccharine the surmise

 

© T. Altman 2017