A glass bottle wreaking of a cocktail:
wine with puss of a murdered whore and a bellowing heart of a wife who waited patiently.
Loyalty costs all the flesh, all the mind, all of reality that bends under strength of two Gods.
A whore can shatter, destroy the universe with a single motion of evil.
A bottle of wine can be drunk with a frivolous tongue or with teeth grinding on the rim because of guilt and
The wife and the whore can both drink the wine, but only one of them enjoys the unknown flavors.
The bottle won’t break unless it has been moved.