A Sip of My Tears

Savour that taste of sweet victory while you can.

I'll just sit here and gag on your sugar-coated lies. Go ahead,

lick the delicate flavour of my pain off the

ends of your greasy fingers and come back for more. Gorge on it. You will

not make me cry. You’ll not hear me scream. You won’t get a single word,

‘cause I’d watch you choke on your own arrogance before I’d offer

even one small sip of my tears.