I used to write of mismatched mugs
coffee grounds
fake granite
joy
what more are we than a blue black family
a pulsating bruise
that will fade away with time
like any mistake where that blue black blood
pools
gone in a while
ill remember the scene of the crime
how could I not
downcast eyes peer over my heart
a tough mound protected by soft skin
I will expect to see it
I will feel it's phantom pulse
the ***** gazes upon nothing else
insatiable
a memory will **** by
a time I can not get back
and I will recoil
those coffee grounds make me nauseous now
nobody knows but you
lifes sinister brew
we sip out of mismatched mugs
that bitter brew