I have drunk a tea so vile that the day after I still feel its venom deep in the back o’ my esophagus & burrows deep in my stomach walls, in incessant threat to take up arms & rise like a volcano eruption. This tea disguised itself as “mint mocha”, but I have enjoyed many mint mochas in my life, & none have left a seasickness such as this.
A Tea Review
2022 October 5
Posted in Poetry, What the Fuck Is this Shit?