She stirs up his memories
Gulps them down in shots
‘What is it like to drink poison
And never die? ‘
‘It tastes sweet at first!’
- she says,
reminiscing the good old days!
But slowly the drink starts its work
She feels drained
Runs out of breath,
Walks up and down
Moves her toes in circles
Rolls her eyes and bites her lips
It is not sweet anymore
It’s chokingly bitter instead
Yet she drinks
Again, and again
“But why?” – I ask.
Wiping her lips, she speaks:
“Just to taste the sweetness that
fails to retain”.
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