She hides away in the closet
Shattered glass surrounding her feet
A golden liquid covering the floor
Tears mixing with the golden stain
Her hands shaking as the glass shimmers
The victor running across the floor
The fight was over but not yet won
Her silence trickles like the golden spill
She's trapped
A prison made by her own hands
A jail guarded by her best friend
And her worst enemy
She stands walking across glass
Blood staining the shards
She is to numb to care
To numb to feel
Opening the cabinet she takes out her prison
Brining the opening to her lips
Taking a small sip
The liquid burning down her throat
She finishes her drink once again causing glass to shatter
Her eyes finding the remains
She knows she wont escape
As she shes the glistening glass that was once the bottle
