Cheap.
An acid-green gargoyle, discolored with age, red-stone eyes.
They glare, accusatory, judging.
The smoothed stone is cold beneath my legs,
Hard and unwelcoming, almost rejecting.
They always assume too much based on too little.
I ordered a short stack with a 2-for-1 coupon,
And drowned my heart in too much maple syrup.
Yet, they were still rather dry, in the middle. Some things,
I will never understand, until one day when they don’t
Matter so much anymore…
Warm tears, they pool, then they’re gone.
“Such is the strangeness of the human heart”
but, i'm better than that.
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