I sat there.
Staring.
Reeling from what I just seen.
Staring.
At the end of my world.
Staring.
Contemplating my next move.
Staring.
I took them out, set them side by side.
Staring,
I opened each one, followed by another.
Staring,
I looked into the mirror.
Staring,
How does this keep happening.
Dazed, I picked up the final bottle.
Staring,
I stepped outside, it was dark – like my soul.
I smashed the bottle against the wall,
sending shards of broken glass into the
cold evening air.
I stared at the million pieces …
the million ways to die tonight.
