✍︎︎ Dree’s Writing Drip

When the people I’m loyal to need something?

There I am, @ the sound of snapped fingers.

Filling up somebody else’s glass.

While everyone leaves me in a desert.

Not wanting to take the time to truly listen.

Nobody makes sure I’m hydrated.

I crave energy from the wrong people.

I want my glass filled to the brim.

While-

Little did I know, I’m being suffocated by the body of one who slithers on the ground.

I crave H2O from wilted snakes skin.