The Cockroach Squirm

[vagabond]

Mother taught me to dance
with her foot on my neck
and a bottle of poison          
in her hand.

You writhe limp towards the heels edge
as your spine is ground to a pulp free juice       an intense way to describe bone-deep fear...
that trickles fire in your mouth                                ..and choking
and reddens your eyes.

I break it out at parties                          first association was "break dance" but then i always thought that to be not as dark..
                                                                          still serves to let me see dancing as a stress relieve (even if just an attempt at)
when heat strobes panic
in stilted patterns towards
the heel edge
of a bottle.

cruel topic.
first i imagined it should be 1st person in the second stanza , but 2nd person brings  the memory to the present in a better way.
maybe just write "and poison in her hand" to avoid the repetition (the flashback from the last to the first stanza would still be clear).
and maybe for the same reason, "you writhe limp under the heel"