napowrimo 24 - Teatime

by Rania Moallem   Apr 26, 2020


Dried,
and crushed into rage
once clear and fresh,
this cup of tea rests
in its murky bitter hue.
Its dense color
says it's been waiting
it's been soaked for too long.
I've been abandoned too.
It went cold,
my sides went sore.
You never came
I no longer waited
overlooking traditions;
you are no more
my cup of tea.

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  • 4 weeks ago

    by cassie hughes

    Love this. A great twist on 'a cup of tea'. A very well deserved win.

  • 1 month ago

    by nourayasmine

    Dammit, people. How do you nominate everything so fast? Lol.

  • 1 month ago

    by nourayasmine

    Love this.

  • 1 month ago

    by hiraeth

    I like how you flipped the saying 'cup of tea' into something way more substantial, giving it breath even if it's sad. Glad this was nominated :)

  • 1 month ago

    by Mr. Rious

    Nice visuals, intense emotions! Love this a lot!

    Best regards,
    Mr. Rious

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