Three


the sound of the glass hitting the granite.
the ice cubes.
the lid breaking.
the smooth pour.
it’s only one.
one turns into three.
three turns into
empty promises
blame
broken trust.
three turns into
lies
affairs
divorce.
three turns into
bruises
overdoses
hospital food.
one turns to the mirror.
one breaks the glass.
one sees no reflection.
three turns to me.

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