when one is born
with a vial of poisoned love
already clasped in their hand,

when one is told to drink from this
never ending vial of poisoned love,
told by those who surround you
and love you,

when the memories that came after
drinking from this vial of poisoned love
are the only memories you have,

how is one meant to leave the addictive vial of poisoned love behind them?

how is one meant to go searching the dusty shelves filled with other glorious vials,
looking for an escape from the cage of the alchemist?

»a.n.o’h.