poetry

Dew Drop

By Amy Thomson

I am a dew drop
on the verge of
evaporation.

Weakened bonds
dissipating to
messy molecules.

Hope dances on
my taste buds,
leaves me with heartburn.

Count the seconds
until I slowly
become invisible.

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