At the bottom of the bottle
I saw emptiness.
Watched my dreams evaporate.
Pour slow, salivate.
Shake, shake.
Hands on drink.
Down it down it
Til I can't think.
Apothecary!
Poison weaver!
All is well
My fair deceiver.
Break away!
Broken glass.
Searching blindly
Cutting hands.
Taste of iron
on my lips.
Diamonds on my finger tips.
Tired
Finger tips to eye
Slice them open
Cry and cry
Tears of red
Tears of salt
Tears for what I could not halt.
Photo by Masisus
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