' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' 'No Sugar

Our hard words
knocked over

the sugar lumps

tumbling them
onto the formica

like dice

as if we gambled
with our love

the spilt tea
seemingly

slowly eating
each lump

devouring our sweetness
like a cancer

dissolving our world.



I asked you again.


You wouldn't answer.

by Dónall Dempsey

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