8 oz

8 oz

A Poem by Casual
"

You know those tiny water bottles you usually find in waiting rooms? Sometimes they remind you of certain experiences.

"
There's a soft pop as you twist.
Plastic crinkles and you'd swear it cracks,
but it never does.
You open your mouth
and tilt your hand,
already wet,
already dripping and cold,
until your gums feel a tingling icy numbness,
and you hardly notice the stuff go down your throat.

© 2016 Casual


Author's Note

Casual
Again, just looking for feedback from as many people as possible, positive or negative. Posted this on Prose as well, so if you notice the same post, I did not plagiarize.

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Casual
Casual

Rochester, NY



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I'm a college student studying Music Education and English at the Eastman School of Music/University of Rochester. I like to write (mostly poetry), but I'm not sure if I can write in a way that will m.. more..

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