morning tea

The crinkle of opening the packet sounds also of a kettle crying to be turned off
Hot water poured releases sweet fragrances that erase any remaining remnant of sleep
Pausing to smell, they take me somewhere farther than where I need to be going
A quick, impatient sip results in returned senses and a burned tongue
Tangy tartness, still unsweetened by spoonfuls of sugar mix with toothpaste mint
Quite the unpleasant taste.
Morning birds, brightening skies
Hot, deep red, loved only by vampires, barely reflect the face that peers in
Seemingly an endless pit, despite the volume of the steaming mug
Losing time and patience, a few stinging gulps are taken
The remaining contents, reflecting nothing, go down the darkness of the drain
Perhaps, to the waters of that somewhere farther away.

Comments

RebeccaYSPerez

There are actually a few things I want to say that I adore here. One, can I just say I love your username/penname? Memento Mori- a reminder of mortality or death. I love it. And Your style of writing- from what I souly see here is so beautiful, lyrical and haunting that I think it fits so perfectly. Second, I don't know how you do it, so easily it seems, to make something so common, so simple seem so mystical and beautiful while it would normally be over looked. I loved this piece and I am definitely looking forward to reading some more of your work. Thank you for sharing this piece.

Rebecca

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