I remember when my dad made me eat a teaspoon of ground coffee beans,
As revenge for a prank I'd pulled on his girlfriend,
At first it was normal,
And then the coffee beans mixed with my saliva,
Melting,
Dripping down the back of my throat,
I spat it all back out as soon as the bitterness hit me,
But the taste remained,
I felt sick for days after that,
The smell of coffee still makes me gag.
g.c.g
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The blossom of a poet
ΠοίησηWords fall softly like the petals from a blossom tree, drifting slowly onto the paper, creating poetry like the spring, beautiful and light, but just like the seasons, the poetry changes, the autumn comes and the words become heavy, falling quickly...
