Swirls of sensations dance on my tongue
as sweet delight fills me.
The rhythmic pounding that
was trapped in my brain edges away.
Each sip—a rejuvenating relief
and I am able to see in HD,
to hear the wings of a fly,
to smell the faint trace of rain to come.
These perceptions soften the blows
from a once dull state of mind.
My focus can zero in on my feet
and make out the blue spots
that litter my purple shoes,
because I couldn’t control the spray paint.
The free wind rages on,
but my hand still holds crystallized cubes
that huddle in the cold brew.
As the java travels
through the tunnel—destination
my stomach—I can feel
the magical, dulcet drink
revive me.
And so the mug witnesses
the rise and fall of the shine
that brings about a new day
and waits for a new cup to be poured.
About the Creator
Erin Winans
Hello! I'm Erin and I'm a recent graduate from James Madison University. Ultimately, my dream job is to become a film critic, so I made a personal blog in which I post reviews I write in my free time.
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