Drink Me

Bummer, you drank the kool-aid and now your dead.
Sugar plumbs gently glide from your head.
no whisper will get through, nor glimpse of breath.
Succumbing to the ultimate un.
I’ve been waiting for you to stir my thoughts again, to de-insulate my thoughts.
Had you not sipped to your content, you would have probably found a guiding phrase for that novel.
Now you are stripped of it all, anything that could have weighed you down.
I’m still waiting for word.
I’m sure you’ve gotten my messages…
This exchange has been quite awkward since you decided to leave me behind, without even a hint of what’s to come.
Shame on you, creature and son of the not-human-anymore.

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