Half Empty

It’s dark, my eyes try to adjust.

My arms…they’re gone, they can’t be.

Try to move my legs…not happening.

I can’t blink…but can see all around me.

A cabinet of glass cups surrounding me,

hello cups—interesting morning…No response.

Light pours in the cabinet, reflecting

off the glass like tiny prisms. And

suddenly something grabs me.

A woman’s hand…Where is she taking me?

She lifts me up, a small clatter,

reverberating clinks echo through my body.

Suspended, I see an oak-trimmed kitchen.

I’m set down, the woman, a tall

brunette opens the refrigerator.

A soft light illuminates a myriad of

juices to refresh me. Ah water, good choice

hurry up please, bring it closer.

Slowly she pours the water into

me, it surges through inside me,

like a powerful orgasm reaching every nerve.

She raises me, her hands slowly

warming my cool exterior, her lips press

themselves on me, and slowly I’m drained.

It feels as if my brain has retreated

into my stomach, my head would be

hung over, useless on my shoulders.

If I don’t act quickly, surely I’ll

lose my consciousness to that

fiendish woman. Why me?

Water sloshes inside me as I’m

placed down again. Her oils smudge

my clear glass. I feel ugly and abused.

Please…no more…enough, but still she

raises me and throws away my excess

life into an aluminum basin, and leaves me.

Tiny droplets of my life run down my side.

Please dry me, make me shine amongst my

brothers again…let me be with my family.

I like to think if I ever wake up as a glass cup,
this would be pretty much how it goes. Well maybe
not the whole being drained part.