quiet, i'm drinking

My liver claws at my inner intestines
when the third glass of port wine
Falls from my bent hand
Get me the fuck out of this rib cage
He says
Drown me in mercury,
He says.
Donate me to that woman in the wheelchair
Who got smothered by the grate of that F-350
I’m not exactly at ease in here,
He says.
But, thank the devil
I have my headphones on
And I can’t hear him complaining.
It’s just a silent mumble
In my chest
Just a sparking flint
In my chest
Let me extinguish that flame
With a fourth and final glass
Of port