I wanted a sip.
I was parched.
But my greedy mouth drowned my already wounded heart.
And the drink left me heady.
And I didn’t care that I was dry inside.
At least the thirst was gone!
But the dehydration was uncomfortable to see.
So I pretended.
I carried a cup everywhere.
Of course it was always full.
But I knew that my well concealed cup was empty.
And I left you there, thirsty.
And the cup I used to feed you with
Broke.
– Nisha Moodley