Binkx

The glass is full when I sip at its dark contents. The cool liquid bubbles in my mouth, tingling my taste buds in a pleasurable manner before gliding down my throat and into my stomach. There is a cream rim at the top, almost as if it is frothing at the mouth, no longer as bad as when first poured, no longer seeming to be in anger from being taken from it's safe haven, instead, almost as if it is accepting it's fate. I sip some more, craving for its sweet flavor, my mouth almost waters for each intake. And each time the foam rim will broaden for a moment before slowly dissipating, just waiting for its next chance for death. Fifteen minutes,