Aftertaste.

There’s this aftertaste,

Felt like metal

Bitter;

Like I drank copper

For coffee.

Atleast with coffee I knew

Sipped it slow

Felt the caffeine surge and go.

This, wasn’t it.

Sipped and slipped;

Drank from this cup

Left a lipstick smudge

Even that wasn’t it.

What’s change?

What’s made this aftertaste?

Like a pill I swallowed

Conducively destructive.

What cup did I drink from?

Served and stirred

Bitter liquid of sweet nothing

Pointless aftertaste

An addict’s cup of love.

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