cups

Wed, 07/12/2017 - 22:47 -- cb1102

as if pulled by strings

two puppets of the same master

lift their cups to open lips

fill themselves

spill over the edges

drink each other in

think of love and of sin

and the convergence of fate

and destiny

one bites too much

one too little

they find they cannot meet in the middle

the cups fall

one cracks

the other is saved

one cries deperately in the night

the other escapes unscathed

This poem is about: 
Me

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