Something Personal

I see something that men do not in a clear glass of water. The sheer absence of content causes me distress, but so does every single particle in this deceptive liquid I do not recognize. A bubble, discoloration, or unusual stench. The R&B sounds fade as I force myself to not lose contact with the cup, sweat resting on my lashes as I become encircled by men that are focused on distracting me, with pills in hand. A cup of water, used to establish male dominance and sexual control.