He had a thirst.

He had a thirst
he picked up the first container empty
not a drop left
frantic he began to search the house
he turned on the faucet
placing his mouth beneath
it was murky and brown
he spit it out
he could feel the rust on his tongue
he dug his nails in the back of his throat
those bastards weren’t going to breed inside him
he purged them out
a weak moment do to thirst
he looked at his hands
wrinkled and dried out
the dehydration had set in
decomposing was disgusting
a woman walked in
dangling a bottle filled of red liquid in front of him
as he laid on the floor
breathing shallow
she took the bottle pouring it over his face
“stop being picky
hydration is hydration
before you knew how it was bottled
it never bothered you
it matters now
because they unveiled the truth
you step on bugs as they enter your home
you swat away the insects flying about
on your route to work
run over squirrels with your car
when the lights are low
and you eat fish
caught within nets
now you take a stand
because the liquid is dyed of their blood
now you care because a human
might have slipped in
during the filtration process
you never cared before
when they worked long hours
and killed themselves
over restless nights
now you care because the liquid is red
drink out of the faucet rusted
and murky as it always was
as those things slip in
what difference does it make
you’ll be those things
or you’ll be stuck living like the rest of us
either choice
you’ll have to admit free will is an illusion
fabricated to keep everyone where they’ve always been.”

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina