Aftertaste

You leave a bad taste in my mouth.

The oomph of your spice dances on my

tongue.

Leaving behind a scorching trail of your treachery.

Yet I still take sips of you

in hope that your once bitter essence turns

Sweet

But only your burnt flavor remains.

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