More than just a tear.
In front of me it sits, in a glass, two cubes of ice, a smooth golden drink. I stare at it taunting me, Over twenty years its been, but tonight, I gave in. The glass touched my lips, my eyes closed, FIRE, down my throat. A tear wanting to roll, the knot I feel, Does not let me breath. Whiplash, Hot, cold, Confusion. Yes No A memory comes to me, I tremble from within, those...Read On