sweet release lies an arm's reach away
hidden subtly in a jacket pocket
seductively calling, chanting my name
and every second brings me closer
and closer to reaching over and

broken glass lies on the floor
scattered recklessly and i can't
help but imagine it digging into flesh
somewhere hideable and there's nothing
to stop me from picking a piece up and

the bottle is still full, its seal unbroken
but every awkward conversation and
broken sob brings it closer to my lips
and without its bitter embrace, i may lose
sight of you. i might just give up and