the coffee rots
& I lie
about the stench
claiming,
“I smell nothing,”
in a flat voice
while the
sneaky impy girl inside me
rubs her hands
in glee.
I never give in
and you glare at me
while scrubbing
purple mold
out of your mug.
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| everything is deliberate the coffee rots & I lie about the stench claiming, “I smell nothing,” in a flat voice while the sneaky impy girl inside me rubs her hands in glee. I never give in and you glare at me while scrubbing purple mold out of your mug. |
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