Photograph by Spencer Sample (c2018) and Written By Ronald Leung (c2018)

It drips down my throat
Warm
Familiar
Unbroken
Drops of Ambrosia

It is my answer
Drowning
Smudging
Washed-out
Grey days

It holds me
Gently
Sinking
Quietly
My last refuge

I wake
Bright lights
Sharp corners
Scattered glass

I trudge
Back
To the real
Living Rhythm

I insist
This
Will be the day

I breathe
But this air
Is jagged
On my papered throat

And so

It finds me
Staring down
The bottle
Again