The feeble fragile second

And then it came crashing down. A toast to the free life ended in a mess of shattered glass and sparkling intoxicating liquid on the marbled floor. The armour of struggle does have its weak links which buckle sometimes, and promises of the ‘tough’ going away make that hollow sound when you knock on them.

And then, for an orgasmic second, spinelessness prevails, crushing all character and guilt under its tiny toes…what a moment!