...that Jesus Juice.

seeing the glass half empty
i take a sip
disgusted by its neutrality
as the tasteless liquid rushes down my unaccepting - unwilling throat
it chokes me
twisting my core
twisted - my core rattles and roars for more
twisted - my core resorts to feeding on its self
twisted - my core races to that glass...now half full
finding contentment in its sweet
and feeling whole in its sour
my core is happy
...i'm happy.