Life is a drink.
It is effervescent spring water, full of anticipated deliciousness.
The drink sits until I am ready for it.
Raising it to my lips I see it has taken on a milky cast, the murky creep of a fog; the chalky eye of a shark. Pebbled remnants of medicine, dropped in my plain water, struggle to swirl about but are weighted in place by the sludge of too much.
Too much remedy and not enough river.
This curative reeks of salt and of the storage cabinet where it was kept too long, decades past expiry.
Unused and stagnant in this state, it has become deadly.
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