A little coffee
Into her cream and sugar
Intense effort hiding
The salted drops
That percolate
Steadily
When she thinks that no one sees
She shrugs
As slowly testing
With mug raised to her lips
The unnaturally sweet
She chokes back
Feeling wrong
Sickly
When she knows no one will hear
She drowns
Guilty waste poured
Like syrup down the drain
Traded for frigid cubes
Treading bitter black
Stinging her
Darkly
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