shadows have tea parties, too

don’t bore me with unchipped cups.
plastic cups are for plastic souls:
practical, unbreakable, hideous.
don’t bring me a pretentious white one—
i want it so cream-colored
even the tea tastes of decay.
no insensitive, durable handles, i want
slimmer and sharper until it can’t hold the tea.
and please! none of that lukewarm water,
tasteless as lack of opinion.
i want the steaming tendrils spiraling
up to flush the anger out of my cheeks.
fill it until the tea begs the rims for release,
always one tear away from overflowing.
make it raspberry or pineapple or peppermint.
not the liquefied tar called “black tea.”
let the scents out-swirl even the steam,
let the tea melt away every last dream.






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Allen. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jan. 27, 2016 at 1:57 pm
I really like this. If there was anything I'd improve, I think it would be the flow of the lines- some are a little long to work with the rest, if you see what I mean. Other than that, very nice! I love the imagery and the whole thing in general
 
WindRunnerThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Feb. 3, 2016 at 4:12 pm
I like the contrary opinion. You know, thin handles, low quality tea, and the others like that.
 
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