Come Down

A ginger tea and whiskey is steaming on the table,

carols and the Christmas eve chill mingling

with the lonely scents

of this singular teacup.

The hardwood floor feels cool

on the back of my neck.

If the ceiling has answers,

I have yet to decipher them.

Or perhaps I am purposefully averting my eyes

when my heartbeat

slip-stops nervously.

Either way,

I suppose I will linger here,

horizontally,

for a good while longer. 

Reviews

[dentprone]

Neat little piece, I especially like the simply descriptive use of "slip-stop"