Good To The Last Drop
written by: A Stump
@astump10
I found myself in the bottom of a bottle.
I don’t know how I got here.
I can’t climb out, the grade’s too steep.
I can’t seem to stay asleep.
They say it’s good to the last drop,
But really that’s just spin.
I can’t seem to open the door
Of the prison that I put myself in.
Freedom from 80 proof
Isn’t freedom at all.
Feeling absolutely bulletproof
Doesn’t mean you’re standing tall.
It’s hard to say how it is,
Drowning on dry land.
Help me find the shoreline,
And crawl back on the sand.
A Stump has always loved all types of fiction, and has had stories published spanning multiple genres, including science fiction, horror/suspense, crime, gamelit, humor, and poetry. He has a particular knack for highlighting the macabre subtleties found in everyday life. His passion lies in telling stories of the mundane, infused by supernatural oddity. He holds degrees in Sociology, Anthropology, and Divinity, sits on the board of directors for his local library, and is on the editorial team of the magazine Sci-Fi Lampoon. He lives near Erie, Pa.
Latest posts by A Stump (see all)
- Good To The Last Drop - January 24, 2021
- The Falling Woman - November 22, 2020
- The Last Dance - July 14, 2020
