The three of them,
mixing together for months.

Now,
were drowning on
my tongue.
But the sweet taste
hadn't soured
yet.

Until tonight.
With blurrier vision,
I saw clearly
to the bottom of the bottle.
The faster it went down,
the harder they were to swallow.

The words pooled to the top.
Swirled around until
one
after
the
other
d r i p p e d out.