CLINK

The clinking of glasses being brought

down from the top shelf of the cabinet,

fills her with excitement.

The popping noise of the cork releasing the 

pressure it has withheld,

relaxes her mind.

Husband screaming, TV crackling, baby crying.

Loudest of all she hears her thoughts,

splashing against the bottomless glass.

Filling the glass as much as possible

without the possibility of spilling. 

The smell gives her butterflies,

anxious for the first sip.

Kissing the rim,

lips pressed against the cold glass. 

Blood touches her lips, 

sweet red taking over her mind.

She feels serenity again.

No more crying or crackling.

No more screaming and splashing. 

Quiet.