Thursday, 15 January 2015

Bittersweet distillation from smooth dark liquor
To crystalline shards of gritty brown and whitish bloom,
Brittle and dense with clouded surfaces,
Fragmented, shattered by delicate taps of a confectioner's hammer,
Scattered flakes, swift-passing taste
Like snow melting on my tongue,
I burn.

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