Things they said in the aftermath

An absentminded glance in the dregs of the cup shows,

There’s something parasitic laying dormant in the leaves.

Something fragile and tender,

Insidious and cunning,

Something waiting for your concentric words.

You know those sudden waves of bracing bitterness,

Where you expected nothing but smooth Earl Grey?

Unseen poisonous barbs,

Tracing filigrees to your heart.

I guess that’s the kind of psychological recompense you had in mind.

Isn’t it funny how vitrines came back in fashion,

A place to proudly show,

A venomous choice.

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(c) Accidental Tentacles 2017

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