I(fall)

like ashes  dripping from the cherry  of a forbidden cigarette,  on a cold morning  drunker than I intended  to be.  The bile  builds up  in the back of my throat  as I hover helplessly  over the toilet,  wishing my stomach  would make a decision.  I have never been lonelier  in this bathroom  pondering the point,  of all this!  While I try to recover  what has been redacted  from my memory,  then find the courage  to look back in the mirror,  and continue on till  tommorrow.  Sixty-Four days  since the descent  began, and the bottom  still seems like an illusion  although I know it´s there  waiting in the darkness  keeping close watch  over the other half  of my soul.