Drowning in amber

One for the road?
Not likely.
There’ll be more.
Untold more.
Unremembered.

The soul is asleep, forgiven, disembodied.
Mr. Hyde is awake, reclaiming his body for the wee small hours.
A drop more of the amber nectar… please, sir?
I have not yet had enough but I’m drowning in it ….

A lizard stuck in the blood of a tree.
Not long now … stiffening.
A final kick breaks its own back.
Now it lies still, contemplating its lot.
Not long now …