thirsty by salona bhandari

there is some part of me that is always dying of thirst.
my friends don’t have this feeling,
when they get thirsty, they drink a glass of water, maybe two, and move on.
they don’t feel their throat strain and lips dry up as their body begs them to quench their thirst.
besides, they have other things to worry about,
they have boys, and family, and their future.
and I am devastatingly jealous.
when I get thirsty, I feel my throat close, my eyelids get too heavy for my face and no matter how much water I drink, I am never satisfied.
I am never satisfied.
I don’t have time for boys, and family, and my future.
all I can think about is my next sip of water.
I pray the next glass of water will satisfy me, stop the unbearable pain,
but it never does.