As Full Dark Falls by AJ Huffman

Champagne, like death in my head, explodes,
flowing over edges that are used
to emptiness.  I use my eyes to see the same
as I try to focus, catch
the bubbles.  Their breath echoes possible
escape.  In the end,
I am all that is left,
sticky, cracked, and barely visible
in any light that counts.

from A Few Bullets Short of Home, mgv2>publishing, June 2015