the sleek smirnoff bottle slips from his shaking hands. its inevitable demise awaiting on the stained carpet below his stumbling feet. he reminisces about Her in the ticking seconds before shattering, how he shamefully abused and overused Her tenderness, Her innocence. he had broke Her, shattered Her very elusive existence at the hand of his spiraling and erratic behavior. in the final moments of the clear bottle remaining whole, the man can only think about the being he had destroyed once before. yet, entangled and taunted by these burning memories of Her, sip by tragic sip, he drowns Her further into a pathetic glass of jack and coke.