"Own Worst Enemy" Earns Finalist Nod

 
Entered Globe Soup's May Micro Contest, one-hundred words or less. The theme assigned was "enemies." My poem earned a finalist nod. Thanks, Globe Soup!

Own Worst Enemy

Friends loaded.

My head in the toilet

spewing Tequila Sunrises.

I drove thru a red light at a four-lane intersection

side-swiping a steel utility pole.

Car totaled.

 

Mum said, “You’re your own worst enemy.”

 

Snorting rush on the dancefloor

drivel dribbling from misused maws.

Beds reeking of filthy feet and excrement.

 

You’re your own worst enemy.

                            

Powdery snowflakes mounded on the kitchen counter.

My shoulders pinned, torso and pelvis crushing sofa cushions.

“Did you think this was free?”

 

You’re your own worst enemy.

 

Recovery by the Sea’s double-doors clunked shut.

“This way to your room, Miss—”

“Own-Worst-Enemy.”