Intoxicated Abyss

I kept the glass clean
for the fine liquor
that went down like
celestial raindrops.

I was leaning sideways
as if I had vertigo,
as if the abyss was
here only for me.

I could not see one
solitary shred of light.
Wilting like a flower,
I became a shadow

of my former self
when I took in more
of that fine liquor
than I could handle.