Drowning in a Glass Too Deep

A man lifts the glass like it's his only friend. The bottle whispers

stories that never end. Not for joy, not for the flavor.

But for silence he can savor. When the dark speaks louder than the light.

And the mirror won't look him in the eye. He drowns in a glass too

deep. No promises, no dreams to keep.

What is a drink, but a place to hide? When the world

and your heart collide. The ice cracks like a broken clock's chime.

Each sip, it bends the edges of time. It's not the burn,