A Drink to Quench

A Drink to Quench

A Poem by N.Sevilla
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A girl who has a sip of water before she crashes on the freeway

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Light's flashing by on the freeway.
They take their time coming, but
flash away so fast
you'd think they're scared. 
"I'm thirsty," I say.
"Have some water," Mother says.
I grab the cold water bottle from under my seat
while staring at the cars going the opposite way.
All these people running somewhere
or coming home.
Coming so slow then leaving in a flash,
am I that frightening?
I take a large gulp of water and feel it
slide down my throat, feeling
the cooling of my parched throat.
I still had a little in my mouth 
when
there came a screech and I looked ahead.
"How pretty," I think.
The lights of the car come closer,
so close I can reach out and touch it.
Ah, a pair of lights that have not abandoned me.
They've come to greet me. 
That is why I did not close my eyes
when I found myself flying towards them.
I, too, have become a flash.
And in this moment I still have the bit of water
in my mouth, soothing me.
To think I would greet the light 
with water in my mouth, I could laugh.
I would, if I had time.
My body, about fifty to sixty percent water,
and then some. The unconsumed some.
Water, the giver of life, the basic necessity, 
comes to walk me to my end, and then some.
One of the basic elements
once thought to be the beginning of everything.
The tasteless sweet bliss carried within my lips
to cool the fires that will soon burn me.
I should scream.
It would be appropriate.
But I cannot stand to loose
the last taste of life
before I meet my friend, 
the light,
who has kindly stopped for me,
and grows brighter, brighter yet. 

© 2012 N.Sevilla


Author's Note

N.Sevilla
I was getting a ride to the school I volunteer at when I suddenly felt thirsty. I drank some water and as I drank I wondered what it would be like to suddenly die and have water the last thing I taste. Strange, I know.

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What a dilemma ... the scream or the delicious water? Well, the scream really isn't going to do much good so why not quench your thirst? This is a predicament we have all possibly thought about at one time or another ... more so as you age ... what if you only had a few seconds before sure death? Does your life really flash in front of you or does it come down to the simple choice of drink or scream?

It's a great concept to explore and you did a very good job of presenting. And, yeah, I would probably be a wimp and spit the water out and scream my a*s off!

Great concept ... and poem!



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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such peculiar penning but entertaining all the same. good stuff

Posted 12 Years Ago


wow, you have a way of bringing the reader into the moment, to feel the
parched thirst, the waves of craving, passionate and symbolic, stunning.

Posted 12 Years Ago


What a dilemma ... the scream or the delicious water? Well, the scream really isn't going to do much good so why not quench your thirst? This is a predicament we have all possibly thought about at one time or another ... more so as you age ... what if you only had a few seconds before sure death? Does your life really flash in front of you or does it come down to the simple choice of drink or scream?

It's a great concept to explore and you did a very good job of presenting. And, yeah, I would probably be a wimp and spit the water out and scream my a*s off!

Great concept ... and poem!



Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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