Senses of Betrayal Version 2
Breakfast Club Affairs
and just like that, I awoke
her eggshell vows were broke
but it was me who was cracked
seeing her expose her yoke
asked to inhale
a stovetop’s red coil down my throat
just to wash it down
with her biting words served as coffee grounds
but when put through filters
“Et tu, Brute,” sieved out
nights of shivers and cold sweats
in my own saltwater without a vest
while the scent of lies filled the house
holding the air hostage to waft about
the aroma of liquid dripping slow
kisses from wildfire’s twin sister smoke
drip. drip. drop.
down into a pot,
to love, to honor, to comfort
to touch a handle
not knowing if it was hot
to pour black hole liquid,
straight into a mug
to tilt it back and burn my tongue,
all because I chose to chug
to shutter now when I realize how
bitter the taste, the sips really was.
About the Creator
Jeffrey Sparks
Adversity is kindling I choose to burn to keep my hands warm in winter ensuring my words will stretch beyond the years that turn my bones to dust.
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So many good word plays in this one. "Black hole liquid" is my favourite!