I want a drink.
It is thirsty work
Fighting your daemons
Why not just give in?
The bottle beckons;
Dance, the cruel tease she
Makes the poison glow
The potion relieves
Just one sip will make
It all better – but
It won’t nor can it.
Just another lie
Like that from your lips

©MelanieMcCurdie

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