(2/2) Or is it Styrofoam that is choking the planet, is that what you'd rather the world see proudly in your hand? I only ever wanted to help you. I'll keep your secrets, cover your additions while keeping my subtractions. I will never stop loving you. ... #DietCoke.

(1/2) Do you wear me with pride? Or is my bravery, for all the world to see a shame for you? Stuff me in something else—anything else to hide my truth. A tumbler? A Glass so clear it exposes my deepest parts meant only for you?

It's an anxiety to take it in. An imperative to indulge the indulgeless. Fast, faster, go, go, go, as you know it becomes less palatable by the minute. For you know the best thing about it is its most unearned quality. Who are the sadists that would offer it at room temperature? ... #DietCoke.

The first hiss, crack—the razor sharp lip presses in and the sip cuts through the fog, a cold, metallic clarion bell and the first taste of blood in the back of your throat. Alive. We are alive.
... #DietCoke.