A glass of wine goes
not sipped.
To the rim the
liquid stains
Red.
The glass of wine
goes not sipped.

I slip on water..
Or is it glass.
The glass of wine
Shatters,
Leaving a red stain.

My lips touch the
floor,
As if to savor a
Taste.
To late...
The wine is full
Of dirt...
Not as enchanted
As before.

Feathers drift...
Feathers turn into
Thorns,
Pricking my feet..
Blood stains the
Cup that you
Drink from
No more.