635 – Drinking alone

Rain falls heavy
On a hot summer night.

A single drowsy fly
Draws patterns on the ceiling.

An old fan churns around
The same recycled hot air.

The cats sleep peacefully
On the cool floor.

Idle thoughts of a life
Put on pause.

Things that would be
Slowly drown in Jack and Coke.

A tired voice faintly whispers,
“What’s the point now?”

“You’re still alive.”
Answers the face
On the mirror.

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