• There on the table you are, waiting for me to drink you down to the very last drop. You taunt me from afar; you wish I would swallow you down to my stomach. Slowly you slide down my throat, with your taste lasting long on the tip of my tongue behind my teeth. I hope you don’t stain my pearl white teeth, because if you do I will be forced to remove you from my body, not by waiting for you to take place in my bladder but by throwing you up. But that will not happen; do you wish to know why? Well I won’t speak the true reason why you will not be swallowed. I didn’t hear the little noise the floor makes when stepped on, I was to busy staring into my reflection from the glass. Oh how perfect you are sitting there, red as dark as blood but as thin as water, and your taste will never be forgotten. How could I not recall your taste, I remember that day when I took my first sip of you, oh so many years ago, and I still remember the taste? “I can’t keep holding back, I will admit to you, I need you, you have won. I give myself to you.” And that was my final words before I reach for the glass. To bad I didn’t wait just another minute I would have heard the intruder that time but he was careful not to be heard or seen, like a sneaky cat on the hunt. He had snuck up behind me with a knife in his hands. He didn’t hesitate, he knew what he had to do, he needed to get his money, and I was his target, his ticket to win a chance at a million bucks. Just before I realized someone was in the house, behind me, he had already cut my throat. Blood went on the walls, the floor, it covered every inch in the room except the glass, and it stood on the table untouched by anyone’s hands. Before the kill was made I was reaching for you, I feel bad I didn’t get to say goodbye to you my one true love. What a waste, my body knocked you over on the floor, now you are mixed with the blood that once ran in my veins. I guess we died together that night. So I guess what they called me is true, I am an alcoholic.