AEB09

[BRANCH] PALM BEACH

[SERVER] EMPLOYEE NO. 1313

[DATE] 2/28/22

[INDEX ID] AEB09

[SECURITY] DINER

Just one sip Miss. Augustine pleads. Day in, day out, her screams keep us in firmly in her grip. And I fear, even if we are strong enough to succeed, we will not be thanked for our deeds. Another door open is another seal broken. If we fail to reflect, I fear our debtors will come to collect. See, Fate is fickle but Other is too. If not one to collect, certainly one to correct. If we circle back around, things will go up that should go down. When the cycle is torn apart, we will only have played our part. Damned to drink, damned to refuse. Perhaps it was never our Fate to choose.  

Just a sip.

One.

Drip, drip, drip, drip.

Done.

The viscous panacea of life.

Leaking out from the ventricles of our circular existence.

Twisting knife.

Deeper and deeper cutting your resistance.

See the dandelions shimmer red. 

Glistening eternal dew.

Painted from what you bled.

Just one sip and all debts come due.

Perhaps we’ve taken an anfractuous loop. Sixteen turns along the way, but still it seems Fate wins the day. For in the Garden of Eden sleeps a sad goodbye. Thought to be long ‘n lost to the cycles of time. Far away in room unknown. She waits, the heir to the throne.

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