Only on Sundays

When hot chocolate turns your stomach cold

The mixture is powder again

Coating the walls

Searching for its lost moisture

When hot chocolate leaves your mouth puckered

Lips are chapped

Constantly swallowing

To flush the taste of your tongue

When hot chocolate doesn't calm you

Tugging on your eyelashes

Scratching the back of your hand

Peering into the foam stained mug

1 comments:

kayla said...

this tears at my heart strings. you're ridiculously talented, you know that?

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