Beneath your lips and your fetters
Every piece of my body festers.
It’s those mornings of coffee and tea,
Sweet and heavy from milk and honey.
What was it for, drinking such candy,
With the bitter spiel you spilled inside me?
I take bitter swigs of the morning now;
Masking the taste never made it better.
I am full of the things you left behind
But at least the see-through glass is honest.
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