a single teacup sits before me
the delicate, ornate porcelain an insult to its contents
i know it's poison
bound to a chair, my choices are:
drink and die quick with dignity
or wither slow
wilting like a neglected houseplant in the corner of a room
your visage appears before me in pixelated agony
i decide the cup is my salvation and swallow it all in one gulp
your face bursts into a million crystals
i can inhale a deep breath and blow you away
but i steel it to let you suspend in particulates
like dust motes in stale air
your essence swims like static electricity before me
and you cling to me just the same
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