I will sprinkle your wounds with sugar and mint leaves....
perched lips wait for the dampness of caramel rain
slide of the tongue lost amongst the flood
Consumed in a darkened paradise
can't grasp the lighted path
not worth the repair, the damage done
Vacant eyes stare as the steam arises
surreptitiously dancing a memoir of grief
Porcelain fingers echo the stirring of the spoon
sprinkle the sugar and drop the mint against the rush
mixing and drowning reflections of a broken me
swallow this drug of "you"
Each sip easier after the first,
Diamond drips start to dry
Slight smile appears as day begins to arise
A sprinkle of sugar and a pinch of mint…..
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Jessyka Peckham
Never too old to start an adventure! Learning to love the things I enjoy and being brave to share! Always on the move, mind always ticking, and being true to one's self
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