Writings

Friday, September 19, 2014

A Small Share A Day: Mug

Today I am inspired by a cup. Correct I said a cup. 

The days purchase and discovered treasure.  A little ceramic pleasure with all the promise of a energetic spring at sunrise and a warm hand hold at nights end.

 Filled to the brim with a raspberry colored liquid with notes of rose petals at dawn. 

Held with caffeine it brings hopes for the days being, all the possibilities in each scolding swallow.

 Nights gripped with camomile to calm into a dreamy sleep, fog, and drizzle.

 Perhaps this cup holds to much and sipping away it's weight could relieve the pressure.
 Perhaps it feels to hollow, swallowed in it's emptiness.

 Ignore the perhaps for the ceramic delight shall be filled and used until destroyed.

Poison

Poison

Do you ever feel like someone can have so much poison in their life that no matter how much of it another person sucked out from your veins that you could never get it all, and it would never be gone?

Just that one ounce of poison left slowly killing you, just prolonging the process really.

I don’t think the venom is fair to either party, the infected or the clean. One permanently damaging the other, the uncontaminated, now tasting something not brought onto them but feeling it. Slowly running out of air all while trying to heal.

I assume the untainted could only try to heal for so long until they had to give up, or  perhaps just got to tired of trying.

My venom, will never fully be absent from my veins, I’ve had too high a dose for too long. Irreparable. No recovery. My healer will endure this too, and they too shall shortly be gone or beyond repair.

Now the venom effecting both of us, infecting both of us.

 I often wonder if I should have just let go at the most infected moment, end this, let the poison have me, and me alone, now there’s two, pairs of hands clasped together, pulses both suffering a lingering death.