The Potion’s Touch

The liquid slips down
the soft, dark corridor

I breathe complete

Its icy touch
creeps round
my heart
threatening my arms

Funny
My arms are big
part of my vision of strength
but I fear they won’t hold anyway

Thirst quenched.

-1988/01/05-

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