14 Percent

By volume: 86 percent
what about the rent?
A disease through a cup meant to ease
A clank with each step
fearing what's next
a smack with each sip
should I get dressed
call for the arrest?
I've been deprived at best
this test screams an F
I'll then return to learn
she got burned
or even blissfully worse
he's dead
The next day
more fear
no sleep

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