Swirl the dregs

Bormioli Riserva Chardonnay Wine Glass

On the day it was too hard to be a human

she drank a glass of wine to dull the sharp edge of sorrow,

she drank another glass to numb the dull ache of loneliness,

she poured one last glass just to finish off the bottle.

She slipped away into a hazy place between here and there. 

Tomorrow, she decided, would be better   

And her eyes fluttered shut against the flickering light of another dying day. 


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