Gasia Karakesis ’21
Her bittersweet aroma
Blooming into my senses.
The smell, the taste
Of the lavender and floral essence
Seeped in the scorching hot water.
I moved the stained white porcelain cup
Up to my lips
As I slowly sipped the tea,
The tingling feeling
Of the piping hot tea
Made my upper lip numb.
As I placed the teacup down,
I dropped in a white sugar cube
And stirred the tea
With my clear glass spoon
I sipped and sipped the tea
Until every last drop was gone.
I placed the teacup down
And reached for the red roses
In the vase in front of me
I gently picked up a rose,
Ripped the petals off,
Until the table was covered
In fresh rose petals.
I took one petal,
And pressed it underneath
My grey eye bags
To dry my tears.
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