ice chips
were all you could drink
because your lungs were filling
up
so
fast
with any fluid
that your parched
skin
touched.
so ice chips
in an indiana jones glass
was what i brought you
when you yelled to me for water.
your lips were so dry
and i tried
to make you wear chapstick
but all
that you wanted
was water
for your expiring
lungs
to soak up
and explode inside your chest. 


image: hospital ice machines