by Katelyn Wallach

You better believe there will be
A goddamn tea party.
Tea, biscuits, coffee.
We'll sit and I'll pour you
Something hot
And you'll burn your 
Poison tongue and
I'll spit out pleasantries 
In your face
And in my face
You will see the sweetness
And I hope it leaves you 
With a bitter aftertaste.

PoemSamantha Schutz