Bitterness, sweetly softened
by thick cream that swallows
that dirty brown darkness whole
spin the spoon, and grip the handle
another sip, another taste of
bitterness sweetly softened.
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Alina Happy Hansen
Writer in San Francisco, CA
- Crossroads
I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness