kalliope0705 (kalliope0705) wrote in chroniclesofmew,
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Tea Time.


I am bent over backward

Blond hair brushing at the dirty floor.

My back aches.

My wrists are sore.

And you are having afternoon tea on my stomach.

You pass each other the sugar

And complain about your

Uneven table

That wobbles when you set down

Your bone china.

Blood rushes to my head

And my chest heaves under your

Pressure.

You sigh your displeasure,

Wedge your folded napkin beneath

My left heel

And go back to your tea.
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