"... the after taste."

Bitter in taste,
dark in colour
I gulp down the
black coffee,
the hot liquid
burning down my throat.

A throaty laugh,
a swirl of smoke
rising from the
cigarette,
tears trailing black
marks down my cheeks.

"God, how messed up
can you become?"
Leaning my head against
the table,
heavy from the headache
and drinking,
hours of no sleep.

"Oh how I wish
I could turn back time,
and go back to the start."

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