Glass
She was glass,
apothecary blue,
potions cool within,
a cure of sorts.
Some who sipped
survived
and some did not.
Some whose
burning lips
relinquished,
quenched
their thirst
forever,
never to desire
her fire
again.
and then,
there was
i
was there
parched beyond
regret.
afraid and yet
obsession
drove me
on to
shatter all
for that last
drop,
the drop that
fell,
that fell so fast...
and she was
glass.
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