The morning cup of coffee

holds the bitter

black drink

of memories,

as she looks into

its inky soul

and considers,

in this unwanted

fragment of time,

the moments of

unforgiving pain,

so long ago,

so recent,

that run

invisibly through

her body

with a feeling

as bitter as

these ebony drops,

with no sweet milk

or sugary cube

to dull the intensity

of its blackness.

 

29/9/2015