somewhere between sick and murderous
the cold liquid that tastes like nothing
and the leftover sugar i sip
that crunches when i drink

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Poetrystatic stat·ic ˈstat-ik. adjective characterized by a lack of movement or change trigger warning: read at your own risk! | just an unnecessarily long collection of me trying to get over my feelings
the sugar that sinks to the bottom
somewhere between sick and murderous
the cold liquid that tastes like nothing
and the leftover sugar i sip
that crunches when i drink