| Revenge The sweetness of liquorice paper and strawberry tobacco only taints the edges of lips cracked from fellatio; the portent of sex should have smoothed the jagged tingle of fragmented memory; eased the self-hate and denial instead the smoke stales the image of your half-smile as you watched me kiss a new lover; you almost stopped, stuttered in your stride on a street of Saturday pleasure shoppers. I waited for the phone to light up but it was as dead to me as I am to you. This new lover promised sincerity in his feeble compliments; creeping in between sheets that were once yours. As he sleeps the sleep of the hollow, I smoke strawberry tobacco tainted by the liquorice of deceit. Sonia Hendy-Isaac |
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