Glass of Milk

My glass of milk from the day before
a full glass
an untouched glass
just sitting there, completely full
to drink it,
I know I should but I don't
and so it sits
it nags
and gnaws
and claws
at my brain
to drink one tiny sip, but I don't
it pleads
and teases
and gawks
and mocks
when I pass
to pick up the glass
and gurgle some down, but I don't
How one glass of milk can be so aggressive
I don't know, but I pour it down the drain
and watch it go
splush, splash
urgle, gurgle

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