Showing posts with label beads. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beads. Show all posts

Sunday, March 3, 2019

De-hydration


There was I,
sitting atop the toilet seat after dark,
clutching the stemless wineglass with ice,
melting and prickling my fingertips with cold
beads expelled in an attempt at temperature
regulation.

My heart stomps and fills my ear
with an exasperated scream
about how hard it is to move
all this blood
to and from.

I do not drink wine,
my drink is called Karma,
its supposed to aid
digestion, I digress,
waiting in the mid-night
beads roll down my temple
and I shatter atop the frozen tiles
Waiting
as my Karma becomes diluted.


Painting by Sebastian Stoskopff [Public domain].


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