Seeing Red
You toss me out like one of your paper coffee cups you probably bought with her. The lip of hers stamped with red-the mark of a thief. Do you share your coffee with her like you shared our bed? The same one we laughed in on lazy Saturday mornings. Who knew a marriage is disposable. Fortunately for you, you take your coffee black. Regret has a bitter taste.
Wednesday 3rd July 2024 9:10 pm
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