Clear
She poured the drink
It was clear and thick before she added the bubbly dilute
Clear like her composure, but it did nothing to reflect
The emotions that drove her
To drink
To consume
To forget
The memories that like a snake constricted her heart
To tight to breathe
They close around her mind
And she can feel the icy fingers grip
Her shoulders
Uncannily similar that her hand should clench
White knuckled, frightfully free of circulation
At the glass of clear
Gin and Tonic
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