Tick tick goes the clock.
Sitting at the top of the stair case
As I sip on some wine.
The fresh, crisp, taste of sweet wine on my lips is refreshing.
One sip after the next as I daze into the night.
The silence of this home is so peaceful.
Silent physically.
Internally I’m screaming but nobody can hear.
I avoid myself. I avoid my thoughts.
For the thoughts in my head are far too much to bare.
I could write for hours at a time but to allow myself to think I will not.
So, for tonight, I will drown my lips into my sweet glass of wine.