napowrimo 24 - Teatime

by Sunshine   Apr 26, 2020


Dried,
and crushed into rage
once clear and fresh,
this cup of tea rests
in its murky bitter hue.
Its dense color
says it's been waiting
it's been soaked for too long.
I've been abandoned too.
It went cold,
my sides went sore.
You never came
I no longer waited
overlooking traditions;
you are no more
my cup of tea.

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  • 4 years ago

    by cassie hughes

    Love this. A great twist on 'a cup of tea'. A very well deserved win.

  • 4 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Dammit, people. How do you nominate everything so fast? Lol.

  • 4 years ago

    by nouriguess

    Love this.

  • 4 years ago

    by prasanna

    I like how you flipped the saying 'cup of tea' into something way more substantial, giving it breath even if it's sad. Glad this was nominated :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Mr. Rious

    Nice visuals, intense emotions! Love this a lot!

    Best regards,
    Mr. Rious

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