earl grey
tea bags dissolve
red like blood
in boiling water.
a sad girl,
living only in
her mind, sips
quietly and stirs.
water turns brown,
tea combined fully.
it tastes of
warmth and bergamot,
not metallic gore,
but it leaves
a bad flavor
on her tongue.
she sits, jealous
of the girls
who can sleep
who can eat
who can live
without any regret.
© Pippa Claire, 2010
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