Senses of Betrayal

eggshell vows broke

she was finally caught

after ten years waking up

to her sight and sounds

feeling cracked

to see her expose her yoke

I felt the burning in my throat the whole way down

everyday,

I had drank her biting words served as coffee grounds

but when put through filters

deceit always sieved out

then came nights of cold sweats

laying in pools of what is now my nest

the scent of lies

linger and waft about

liquid, black as smoke,

continues to drip slow, down into a pot,

to love, to honor, to comfort

I touched the handle not knowing it was hot

and poured that black hole liquid

straight into a mug

tilted it back and gave it a chug,

now I shutter to think

how bitter tasting that coffee was

when pressed against my lips,

yet much preferred to the sour taste of that bitch’s kiss.