Spoiler! :
at the edge of a table
.....undecided
a feather’s touch is enough;
i will not breathe.
It was once full, a
warm embrace, moulded
between my hands.
What we had filled
kept me tethered, blinded
looking from above
i did not see
the holes created,
the steady decrease.
another pair of lips graces
the pink-tainted rim
finding what i have lost.
i will let go, not as if
it was too hot, but
with the tortuous yielding
that veritas brings.
Just know, the brown-ring stains
never leave the tablecloth.
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