Warmth

I’ve never drank,
But I’m craving
A bottle
Pressed to my lips,
The warmth
Spreading from my throat
To the cold I can feel
Grasping in the pit of my
Stomach.

I don’t know
If I want to feel everything
Or just exorcise the last
Slivers of hope
Hanging on.

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