I am so thirsty.
I sip and sip
But still my throat is dry
And hot.
I feel the air growing thicker.
Or maybe thinner…
It is so hard to tell.
Why is it so hard to tell?
All I know is it is hard to breath.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t breathe!
I feel myself letting go.
What is it that I am releasing?
What do I have to hold on to?
And I gasp and grasp at the air
Yet I will find no reassurance
And no comfort.
I am greeted with the harsh wind of truth
Which stings my cheeks and blinds me,
Shards of broken glass cutting me down.
Breaking me down.
Soon there will be nothing left.
I do not want to let go.
I want to hold on.
I want to be here.
I want. I want. I need.
I need a drink.
I sip and sip
It trickles down,
touching every inch of me.
It scorches my throat
And scalds my stomach.
It does not
Satisfy me.
I do not know why
I continue to sip
This dreadful elixir.
It is too late.
For it has already put a spell on me.

l.s.