Saturday, January 10, 2015

Black Coffee

Ground down, 
Black.
Bitter.
Keeps you up at night.
Like you.
Ruins my taste.
Gives the shakes.
Grows cold.
Like you.
Mirror as I’m looking down,
clutched between my hands,
numb with heat.
Like you
Why can't I put you down?
 
 
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