tiny chocolates & a cup of mint tea

each morsel coats the tongue.
smooth, but dark
sugar dancing over
a bitter countenance

juxtaposed against long sips
of cooling steeped mint leaves
washing past the sharp lingering aftertaste.

wet, warm, wanting so much
more than is offered.
dreams; visions; glimmers of hope;
cherished seconds of happiness

Reality, banished
from the forefront of a tired mind,

rushes back.

acidic, degrading remnants
left behind lonely lips,     rotting,
assault the enamel armor of my teeth.


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