Rust in Peace
A deposit was madefrom the back of the rain.It was not symbiosisbut a gritty coexistence. A shard of glass by a rocklies dulled with corrosion.Was it a bottle or a jar?Who knows. It may have helda grand liquor once,fancied in a ballroom,carrying an ingredientthat tainted the bloodof celebrations long past. Happiness through inebriationgrants a moment’s…