Comfortable Bite

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She drank from a cup called love

Topped with romantic tale and bold sincerity

Holding dreams in passing clouds and whispered glances

Dropping her thoughts and caring extension

Eyes and Heart

Expansive and wide open

Her vision, none

A seat at the table of embarrassment and hurt

Plated for one

Concepts of such belief seemingly left a stain on her linen

As her mother always warned

Fine cotton is not meant for every guest who arrives at your door

Merely for the ones who show good character and by standard deserve a little more

Glitter from her belief in magic started to scratch at her throat

Taking pause her heart took note

She sucked on a lozenge, a new flavor she thought she should try

Reality

Not so inspiring but a much more comfortable bite

~Alisa Hutton