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Abigail Lemay

one milk one sugar

Black coffee ran through her veins.
Strong and raw,
She existed.

Mama told her,
One milk one sugar.
The boys long exclusively for sweet –
Silky lips. 

And so she consumed he falsity
Leaving a heat corroded with sugar.
Encumbered by sweetness,
They devoured her.
The boys leaked desire for her lingering smoothness.

No longer feeling strong and raw,
But instead a porcelain teacup
Overflowing with potent ache.

The strength that once was
Remained no more.
Power was only a distant memory.

She was now a shell;
An isolated goblet
Empty and for the taking.