Should I Drink? Poem by AnnaLeigh Jones

For a hundred years I've wandered in the dessert.
No food, no water,
No meat for slaughter.
My husband left nothing to sustain me for now or forever.

My throat and lips, so dry from thirst.
Trembling from heat.
Growing weak.
If I had the choice to die this way, I'd kill myself first.

I stop, I can see a reflection of light.
What's this I see?
Could it be?
Is this a glass full of water? Oh, what a joyous delight!

I pick it up and read what's written on the glass.
'Poison' it says.
If I drink it, I am dead.
I set it back down where I found it, aghast.

'The thought of any liquid is appealing.' I think
Wet and cold...
Am I really that bold?
So I'll leave you all with this question: Should I drink?