Little Glass Bottle


Little Glass Bottle
Lucy Ensign

Sometimes that little glass bottle makes me think.
What would I do without that little glass bottle?

How my muscles would quiver
How my skin would crack
And how my head would ache
How my feet would vibrate
How my nerves would succumb
How my blood vessels would collapse
How my kidneys would fail
And my spine twist
How my teeth would shake
How my heart would palpitate
And how my brain would dehydrate

My body would run itself into the ground…
just to keep living.

Wow.

I, and so many others, would be dead within days without our little glass bottles.

This isn’t right, everyone should have the right to their own life.

Or at least the privilege of dying more slowly

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