Last Dinner

Courtesy: Pixabay
Courtesy: Pixabay
The disrespect was bitterness on her tongue,
where once sweetness lingered,
a dish of serpents such was betrayal,
covered in sugar to deceive her trust.
She spit out his name for the last time,
rinsing her mouth until her self-respect returned.

©May 2019, Christina Anne Hawthorne

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