An ice cube
crackles
when submerged
into hot tea.
Hot tea swells
and descends slowly down
the esophagus
to a lake
in the soul.
“Letʼs warm ourselves up from the inside out,”
my mom would say
as she made us hot tea on a cold night.
Cold judgments and fears melt
when submerged
into thoughts
of family
nd home.
About the Creator
Michelle Kirk
Hi! I'm a freelance writer based in Los Angeles. I'm a music junkie, a foodie, a yogi, a traveler, a seeker, and a student. You can see more of my work at www.scriptinggypsy.com.
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