Dry Thirst

Once we were liquid

Entangled, wrapped in grasps

Scared of the dry sunrise


In that morning

I heard the bath water

Small splashes…gingerly


The faucet became a trickle, then nothing. I was left with the creaks of the house.


Every now and then I run the water

For no apparent reason



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