new prose-2

accusations, allegations flying in the room
nimble tear drops kiss the cheeks
imagine life slowly melting away like the ice in the whiskey glass
tiring lonesome existence though there are two souls
amidst the wounded self esteems

new prose-1

a broken frame, shattered mirror
neat crack on the drinking glass..
inside out...outside in..all in pieces..
tame my mind or my temper
alleviate my helplessness